The moment someone stops caring, the connection is already over — even if you haven’t admitted it yet.

Love rarely ends in flames. More often, it fades in silence — in the unanswered messages, the delayed replies, the half-hearted laughter, the “been busy” excuses. It dies in the slow withdrawal, in the crumbs of attention that keep you half-alive, half-hoping, as you try to breathe life into something that no longer exists.

That isn’t hate. It isn’t even dislike.
It’s nothing.

And nothing is devastating.
Because at least anger still carries emotion — energy, passion, remnants of what once was. But indifference? Indifference is the quiet sound of love leaving without a word, slipping away without even closing the door behind it.

The opposite of love isn’t hate.
It’s apathy.

So if you find yourself standing in front of someone who once lit up when you walked into the room, but now can’t even bring themselves to notice your presence — take that as the truth it is.
They’re not confused. They’re not busy.
They’re gone.

And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stop trying to resuscitate what has already left.

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