Falling Out of Love

Falling Out of Love

Is this really possible?  Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’ve experienced it on both sides of the coin, am experiencing a form of it now, and yet I still don’t understand how such a thing can really occur.

It’s easy to get angry at the opposite end of a love affair falling apart.  We are beings that change, adapt, evolve and go through several metamorphosis on a constant basis.  There’s no such person that always ‘stays the same’.  Yet, as much as we change we are also creatures of habit.

I think the part that hurts most in a Falling Out of Love experience is the change that occurs when the habits, especially the habits that made us most happy, are the ones that change.  I.e. – Simply saying ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’… and having that suddenly or slowly stop.  I had a friend and it drove him crazy with me simply sending him a good morning and good night text every day.  He never understood that it was my way of saying to him that he was important to me… that I thought about him in my early morning thoughts, wished him well through the day, and then as I meditated before I fell asleep he was a part of those thoughts as well.  But because my habits bothered him, I stopped (mostly)… and with it… I stopped thinking about him so much.  Days sometimes go by where I barely think of them at all, or mention his name, or concern myself with his well-being.  I miss him terribly, but I don’t want to bother him either.  The daily wishes… were more for me than for him.  I’ve been forgotten, left behind, and abandoned a lot… and I never wanted anyone I care about to ever feel that from me. So, I try to keep the ones I care about most fresh in my thoughts. Yet,  I still sometimes find myself reluctant to send a simple, “good morning” thinking I’m bothering them.

When  you’re in a relationship, regardless of the type of relationship, we develop habits on how we relate to one another.  Those tend to be the first things that change when the relationship changes.  It’s always small changes, a slow pulling away, that happens when a relationship is fading out.  Those are painful if you are observant enough to see them.  The absence of these habits produces emotional holes.  If you are  used to communicating with someone every day, consistently, and they suddenly stop or those communications get farther apart, it hurts. It hurts because you know the embers are dying and unless the coals are flamed, they will fizzle.

This is where my stubbornness hurts me most.  If I feel someone withdrawing from me, I slam up my walls preparing myself for the pain I know is coming.  I should be pumping air onto those smoldering coals, but instead I withdraw further away.  I run… emotionally and physically.

I’m not saying that’s the thing to do.  On the contrary… that’s  the thing NOT to do.  I’ve never saved a relationship by walking away or letting them walk away.  But, it’s one of my triggers.  It’s one of my self-preservation psychotic moves.  Just because I will stand back and allow people to walk away from me, doesn’t mean I don’t care or that it doesn’t hurt.  It  hurts.  It hurts a lot.  I still have holes where people have walked away from me and I let them go.  But it doesn’t mean I ever stopped loving them.  How is that even possible? For me, I have truly loved them all, and in some ways still do.  What died was the relationship, the communication, the connection, but the beautiful things I loved about them are still there.  Perhaps it’s just me because it sure seems they stopped loving me.  I don’t think any of my exes hate me, but did they ever really love me?  Do they think fondly of me on those rare moments I brush across their thoughts?  Who knows.. it doesn’t matter because they’re not here now.  They walked away or else let me walk away.  I had friends I thought would be in my life forever that are nowhere to be found.  I had lovers who I couldn’t imagine my life without.  Yet, here I am today alone, yet still breathing, still living, still existing, just not in their world.

So, did the love just fall away? Did it just stop? Or just the effort to fight for it? Will I ever be worth fighting for in someone’s life?  To maintain a relationship with me, they’ll have to fight for me, because I won’t stop them if they ever chose to leave. Watching them leave is the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced, because I’m helpless to stop, to change, to save the fall.  I’ll never be where I’m not wanted.  Never.   Being in a relationship like that doesn’t just hurt emotionally, it kills the soul.

I don’t the answer.  I don’t know if falling out of love is possible, but falling out of habit is very much real.

Till next time,

~T.L. Gray

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