We walked arm in arm. But I didn’t feel her touch. A desire I’d first tried to hide, That tingling inside was gone. And when she asked me: ‘do you still love me?’ I had to look away I didn’t want to tell her. That my heart grows colder with each day.. And with each day passing i grew a certain hate for myself. I questioned how could i not love her anymore. But it was in the way of how nature works. For we have no control and have no choice in how and when it happens.