Aquarius
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for.
Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
Some relationships end the day you stop pretending they have not already ended. You have been carrying the old version longer than the new version has existed, speaking to someone who is no longer quite there in the same way. The shift happened weeks or months ago in a series of small adjustments neither of you acknowledged, and now you are both performing a connection that feels like a memory of itself. What you are avoiding is not the conversation about what happened but the conversation about what to do with what remains.