He's the love of your life.

No matter what any of your friends said, he was the only one for you.

You were basically attached at the hip, hanging out at eachothers houses what seemed like every other day. Since the beginning of your relationship, you could always tell who was the one putting in most of the effort, if not all. It was you. That didn't matter to you as much as it should have. He swept you off your feet and has been blinding you from all of the red flags. You still loved him, but you wanted more like any girl would.

He was coming over today. You were planning to ask him if everything was alright or if something happened for him to become even more distant than usual.

Your doorbell rings, and you set down your hair straightner. You begin to walk downstairs to let him in.

"Hey, I missed you." You open the door and smile, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey."

he replies, no emotion at all. What the hell was going on with him?

"We need to talk.." he sighs, shutting the door lightly

"Oh- okay, sure.." Your brow furrows as you step back, letting him step inside.

"Listen, I feel like I lost feelings. I don't think I love you anymore. I'm sorry." he stands there, hands in pocket as his expression softens

Now, he's the loss of your life.