The Slow Death of Interest

It rarely ends in conflict.
It ends in indifference.

When curiosity dims,
when replies become routine,
when one stops reaching past the surface.

Emotional unavailability doesn’t announce itself.
It drifts in quietly,
turning warmth into weather.

Interest doesn’t collapse.
It cools, degree by degree,
until even sincerity feels excessive.

The heart learns what the mind already knew—
presence without connection is just proximity.