Several months after we separated and we can still claim we have had an extremely friendly divorce: we are friends, we have very little in common, but still can have this looooooong very interesting conversations. We enjoy each other's company, can meet with friends or alone as if nothing has happened, I worry for him and do as much as I can for him to be OK, he does the same. I love him, I really do, but I'm no longer in love with him. He feels the same.
And I'm so bloody very annoyed at having to let go the most important relationship I have had in my life, a complice, a friend, an intellectual challenge, who gives me a combination of things I feel will be unlikely to find in another person again, just because we can not bring ourselves to feel in love with each other.
Before somebody tell me I am crazy (which perhaps I am) and that that's the way love ages, I must add that I can not bear the thought of kissing him or even holding hands with him. It is soooo unfair!
And I'm weeping like an idiot at writing this post... can anyone here make sense of this?