Has the love ended or have I never really loved you at all?
Never is a big word. Bigger than love or hate.
Never says that there isn´t a possibility. Never means that it will never happen. Never breaks a heart much more strongly than hate.
If I hated you, then I would still think about you eventually. The thought of you would make me react somehow. To not react, to simply not care anymore in any way is somehow much sadder and disheartening than if I hated you.
I wish I still felt something, that I wouldn´t spent a whole day without thinking of you. This doesn´t mean I´m happy, far from it, I´m sad. Sad that I don´t care, sad that you didn´t really mean that much to me.
Losing us should have hurt so much more, should have make me try to think of a million ways we could be together again. But it didn´t. I just looked at you and though "Ok." No biggie, this is for the best for both of us.
You´ll find someone better, someone who simply isn´t me. I wish I did, I really did, but the truth is that I just don´t care. And maybe I never did.