When did you fall out of love?

You can't choose who you fall in love with.

It starts out as some kind of attraction, friendship, similar interest...
and then... it grows on it's own, in spite of yourself, effortlessly.
You come to enjoy and care for this person who was once unknown to you.

But falling out of love?  That takes work, time and dedication.
It requires meticulously chipping away at someone,
day after day, year after year,
rather than remembering and embracing what you loved about them.
Punishing them for things they may not be aware of, only to justify your feelings of dislike.

Do you know how hard it is to stay angry at someone?
The kind of energy it takes to fuel that kind of negative energy?
That takes true devotion.

There is nothing effortless about falling out of love.

So when did you fall out of love?

Is it when I became your friend and not your passion?

Or is it when love became a security and not an abandonment?

Is it when you looked at me and saw the same ol' same ol' instead of the excitement of the unknown?

Or is it when hanging out with me became more of a habit than a choice?

Is it when what use to seem like a huge room started to feel like a jewelry box?

Or when your wall of anger kept you focused on hating me?

Is it when the truth hurt and the lies became flattering?

Or is it when I stopped caressing your ego or when your ego stopped caressing me?

Is it when you started telling me lies?

Or is it when you decided you just didn't want to live the lies anymore?

Actually, I guess it doesn't really matter.

The irony is, you are the one who fell out of love,
but you blamed it on me.