The comfort stage. The stage where nothing exciting happens. Same shit different day. But at one point in life, there was excitement. There was fiery passion and there was love. The days that go by quickly because of work ends with the three words that can fill a heart with joy. The days where you cannot wait to feel the warmth of their skin against yours and the hugs that surrounded you with happiness… Now but empty memories just months past.
Now it’s a chore. There is no need or the feel of want to connect anymore. It is simply a part of your life now. Mundane. Boring. Nothing of interest. Even annoying, to feel needed. Quietness ensues. Then silence.
The Love that once consumed becomes the love that kills. There is no out.