To stop loving someone.
The love is still there.
Maybe it's placed aside, or re-categorized
But it's still there.
You can no longer be in love with her
But you can still have love for her.
And some feelings are simply untranslatable,
No ink can ever record.
Your love gets relabeled,
Redesigned and reassigned,
But it's still there,
Buried deep, set in stone, tucked away,
But it still stays.
And clearly, as shown above in one of the many notes left for me, it works both ways.
