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By Megh Amin

We’re single. We are on Tinder. We date. We hook up. We socialize. We kiss. We hold hands. We have sex. We have favourite positions. We flirt. We flirt a lot. We blush. We ask people out. We take it light. We retreat into our caves. We lose our virginities. We get intimate. We discuss futures. Dreams.

We don’t love anymore.

We are friend zoned. We are bro zoned. We are family zoned. We are help zoned. We’re rejected. We’re stood up. We’re ghosted. We’re used. And vice versa.

We don’t love anymore.

We have crushes. We have feelings. We have temporary feelings. We look for better. We are in open relationships. We get matched. We have common friends. We make plans. We go out. We reschedule.

We don’t love anymore.

We have candlelight dinners. We propose. We go steady. We break up. We take breaks. We have multiple exes. We sulk. We get over. We stay. We leave. We always have a plan B. Sometimes a plan C and then D. We have arranged marriages.

We don’t love anymore.

We have girlfriends. Boyfriends. BFFs. FWBs. NSAs. We masturbate. We smile. We wink. We watch porn. We go out. We score. We leave in the morning. We feel good. We feel bad. We feel horrible.

We don’t love anymore.

We look our best. We dress up. We party. We go clubbing. We dance. We’re hot. We play it cool. We cuddle. We’re shy. We have late night conversations. We text. We mail. We write letters. We write poems. We give compliments. We give company. We pay. We play.

We don’t love anymore.

We’re romantic. We’re attractive. We’re gay. We’re bi. We’re lesbian. We’re straight. We have surgeries. We’re confused. We approach. We try. We make moves. The first even. We want our equal. We want respect. Attention. Affection. We become attached. We think. Sometimes don’t. We get emotional. We cry. We make up. We get back together.

We don’t love anymore.

We get committed. We get engaged. We exchange rings. We exchange vows. We pray together. We marry. We have kids. We have divorces. We have second spouses. We have flings. We have affairs. We cheat. We get caught. We have fond memories. We die alone.

We don’t love anymore.

We’re animals. We never give up. We have words. So. Many. Words. So. Many. Phrases. So. Many. Ways. So. Many. Languages. To describe that one word.

But we don’t love anymore.

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