Seventh year this
Okay six years and some months
It has been long
One break up in between then got back to each other
You are not much nowadays
You still possess the occasional buzz
The tingling sensation that fades in less than an hour
But the strangest thing is, it is your boredom that keeps me glued to you
You are not interesting at least not to me.
We are so long into this it no longer matters who else we see on the side
The intimacy has faded into a repetitive normalcy
An uncertain sense of “really! That?”
It is actually a marvel watching you reinvent and try to please more
Loving and being loved by more
I enjoy watching you being picked up, and they get younger with every generation
Sillier with every proclamation
Wilder with every show casing
You would go out with anyone wouldn’t you?
It is a good thing you never bother with commitment
Yet seven years is a long time
Okay Six years and few months
I still love you Facebook
You bore me, but I Love You.