It’s the inevitable breakup, the words they speak but they clearly don’t mean, and the moment when you stop noticing the gleam in their eye that made you fall in love with them in the first place. That’s what I hate about having someone. Sure, the kisses and back rubs and butterflies and fun times out with your friends, the closeness of it all, it’s great. Eventually you’ll miss it. You’ll miss it right after the fighting and the tears and the inevitable loneliness that you’ll feel. But it’ll happen again. It’ll all happen again.