What happens when you fall out of love with someone? Where does that love go? There are many reasons as to why feelings may dissipate, but where or whom did that initial love move to? Even if you fall in love with another, that love is never the same. You do not love similarly.
I have a theory. I think that we never truly stop loving that person. The aim of love is to love: no more, no less, but love is also fluid and bends in order to survive and sometimes takes on a different meaning. Sometimes that love also finds its way to yourself.
Love is so simple yet complex because of who we are and the suitcases that we drag along with us. What are your thoughts? Where do you think the love goes?