# I use to love you I use to love you like you were a gift from god. Now I am just in this you. I miss loving you. I miss being loved by you. I regularly catch glimpses of what I use to love and sometimes I feel something, other times it feels like I'm seeing the the end of a camp fire, embers that won't be igniting anything. If I can't, then I doubt others can. And you'll tell them, check out these embers and imagine the fire that was or that could be, but it rarely catches. | you are clearly in the middle of the fog. This narrative is dangerous and what ever truth is in this, it doesn't need to be this way. I want to forget everything I know about you so that we can fall in love again. What has changed? ## Related - [[love yourself]]