You aren't out of love with someone until you stop wishing for them at 11:11. You aren't out of love until you stop creating art with only them in mind. Until you can go through your day without thinking about them; about seeing them, talking to them, being around them. You aren't out of love until you stop keeping tabs on everything they do, or checking anything that involves them; their zodiac, their social media, where they are at the moment. You aren't out of love until you stop getting jealous when you see them around people. Until you stop thinking about all the reasons you fucked up, or why they fucked up. When you stop thinking about it all so much that it blurs together and you can't remember why any of it happened or who's fault it is. You aren't out of love until you stop looking their way at every given moment, unsure whether to pray for them to look at you or to never look at you again. You aren't out of love until you stop crying at random points during the day. You aren't out of love with someone until you stop praying that they'll come back. As for me? I think I'm still in love.