Drifting

At first it was never ending texts

Constant need to see each other

The I love you's were everyday

But now

The way he looks at her without the longing for her love

He longs for only the physical aspects of her now

Her beauty died out when her worth was questioned

The conversation got shorter and shorter

The butterflies all of a sudden disappeared

No one wanted to even mutter a word

Nor make a sound

We were comfortable, it wasn't love

It was content and too scared of being alone