When was it?

That we started falling out of love?

Was it when the rose season blossomed out?

Was it when Aru’s skin became a softer cuddle?

Was it when we stopped “us”?

The value of it?

Every dinner together we missed?

Or every dinner together that we didn’t lean into?

And while we’re on the subject.

What is love anyways?

Is it the fleeting early days?

Is it the steady, everyday companionship?

And are we expecting a little too much for it to be deep intensity ten years on?