A while ago, a friend of mine and I went out and brought similar mugs, and then we broke up for some reason, and I preferred to drink from the mug every morning without any feelings, neither hatred nor love nor any thought that came to my mind. Then something happened and we talked and he told me that since then he has not drunk from that mug because whenever he sees it he gets sad. I remembered that I tried as much as I could in this friendship, I tried to the point that I no longer have the energy to even think about being upset about it, and I discovered that this is almost what I do in most relationships. I try until my feelings are empty, I no longer have any feelings, neither negative nor positive, and I continue my life normally, treating things normally, songs normally, and places normally, without an ounce of regret.
