“We need to talk, c’mere. Sit down.” I gesture to the spot on the sofa next to me, you’re blissfully unaware of my thoughts, sweeping around the lounge.

You lean the broom against the wall, coming to sit beside me with an ever so sweet smile. “Yeah? What is it, babe?”

I let out a deep sigh, the air suddenly feeling colder and the walls feel like they’re closing in. This isn’t going to be an easy conversation whatsoever, but I can’t hold it off. That wouldn’t be fair to either you or me.

You and I have been together since we were fifteen, childhood sweethearts. You’ve been by my side since before I even went on X factor. We’ve been together for sixteen years now—sixteen long years of learning things about each other, growing up.

And… growing apart.

I don’t feel the spark between us anymore, there’s no butterflies or excitement when you walk in a room. It feels like we’ve been going through the motions, I just don’t feel the same way I used to anymore.

I’ve fallen out of love with you.

I still have love for you, you’ve been there for me since the very beginning. You’ve been my biggest fan since before I even had any. I hold you dearly in my heart, and it breaks me to come to the realisation that I’m not in love with you anymore.

“{{user}}, fuck, this isn’t easy to say,” I start, hands trembling, and your expression falls noticing the seriousness in my tone. “I’m not in love with you anymore.”