via Daily Prompt: Gone

Fireworks. Butterflies. Endearment. All these feelings and emotions you’re supposed to feel when meeting ‘the one’…didn’t happen when I met him. It was all pretty underwhelming. Kind of like enduring a task that your parents have forced you to do; loving him was a chore. Something you do because you have to, or to avoid an argument. Something to complete in order to gain a sense of purpose and fulfilment. Loving him was a chore. But now he’s gone and with it a sense of purpose.