It’s always hard after a long time to let someone go. It’s even harder to wake up one day and realize that you no longer feel the same towards them, harder still to realize you no longer love them. So you lead yourself to believe that the love is still there, only clouded over by other thoughts and worries. But it isn’t, part of you knows that, but part of you won’t admit it. The real courage isn’t always letting yourself love, but sometimes it is found when you let yourself not love, and pull away for yourself. The caring will always be there, but not in the same way as it has been. The truth is, the magic is gone.