Excerpt from a book I'll never write #11

"I love him. I really do. But not in the way I used to love him years ago. Not with the same burning fire and sparks anymore. I think I love him the way people love things or places. Like how I love beaches. And if one day I am forced to stop going to beaches, I would be devastated. I'd miss all the things I love about beaches. The sand, the waves, the birds and everything. But in the end, it won't hurt me. Well, maybe it will, but not that much. But God, will I miss it so much."