(To be read only after reading the first Excerpt)

There is something about that bittersweet feeling of realizing you no longer care for someone as you once did. The beauty of it being in the fact that you can focus on seemingly more important things while the negative being the thought was once comforting, and with its absence comes a void. It's not a complete detachment but its just enough for the idea of being in the company of that person to not be a prevalent thought as you try to go about your day.

Man, isnt life something?