Its Over

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It's gone. The tingles racing down your spine upon seeing them, are gone.
The spark of electricity when you touch has gone dark. The wild thunder that pounded in your heart, is no more.

Their company is pleasant but it feels different. They still look at you, like they still feel the fireworks, but you feel only numbness.

At first you try and fight it, telling yourself that spending more time together will fix it.
But nothing works, it's gone.

New feelings and questions consume you now, fear, embarrassment, uncertainty, how to tell them, if you should at all.
What used to be an enjoyable time is now filled with uncomfortable silence and glances at the clock praying for it to be over.

Every time you get close to telling them, you back out not wanting to hurt them anymore then you have to. But it's eating you up, wracking your body with guilt, it's making you a different person.

Finally you can't hold this pain any longer.
Ignoring the voices telling you not too, you plan on meeting later that day. Four hours seems like forever, but in a blink your walking up the cold hard drive way about to ruin this perfectly beautiful day.

Talking is torture. Their smile lighting up the room when they look at you, like they can't believe how lucky they are.
As painful and selfish as it is, you gotta do it.

Their smile fades when you tell them this isn't working, that the feelings you had for them romantically are gone. Their glowing smile melts off their face faster than ice in the summer, giving way to a heart-wrenching look of despair.

Trying to keep your face calm and stoic you explain how you think they are amazing, but that you aren't feeling it anymore but want to stay friends.
It doesn't work, tears begin filling the bright eyes you loved.

Then they beg, beg you not to saying you are the love of their life. It makes the whole situation more painful. You don't let your face react, keeping it clear of emotion as they beg.

You stand robotically telling them goodbye for the time, it's the only way.

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