It's a strange thing to hear "I don't love you anymore."

How in the World do you even remotely deal with that simple sentence?

Well, it's not so much a sentence but a declaration.

I've never heard those words before.

I've heard them without the "anymore" at the end. And I've heard "I don't want you" as well. But this is the first time I've ever been told that "I don't love you anymore."

The depression, shock and, quite frankly, awe of that statement is dumbfounding to me.

But, as usual with women; she wants to remain friends.

She wants to continue the intimacy shared when we were together but other people will be getting the sexual intimacy without the hassle of the emotional intimacy. It will be my job of making everything alright when there is a problem but she'll be busy when I need reassurance. And by "busy" I mean busy!

But such is life.

I will look forward as she tries to keep me stagnate so she can progress to happiness.

Yet, it still sucks because, at the end of the day, I wanted to give her my name.

-the_film_geek.