Love’s either slowing growing or slowly dying. It’s always one or the other. Love never stands still. With one’s intellect not much can be done to sway it one way or the other. If we could start over, I would. But that’s not possible. How do I tell you I don’t love you anymore? A.W.
First best is falling in love.
Second best is being in love.
Least best is falling out of love.
But any of it is better
than never having been in love.