If I were to write a book about our story , the title would be " untitled " .

It's just that our love couldn't make it.

It wasn't meant to survive .

Day by day , our conversations grew less and less .

We didn't have anything to talk about . We didn't have anything to do together . It was almost like we forgot how to be together ..

I don't know how .. All of a sudden , like a curse . And the strangest of all is that I still love him and I know he still loves me .

A paradox ..

It's not that I had to leave him because some bad guys were chasing after me and I feared he would get involved in the whole mess .

It wasn't because we fought 24/7 or had different opinions .

It wasn't because we weren't compatible .

It wasn't because of an external factor that forced us to part ways either .

It wasn't like he had to travel abroad and the idea of long-distance relationship did not appeal to us .

It just sort of happened .

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