A few months ago, I realized that I don't love him anymore, that the crush had finally passed. Now I feel like he's a complete stranger, like the only thing I knew about him was that I loved him so hard. Part of me doesn't want to rediscover a friendship with him; I'm afraid to fall in love with him again. Dammit, I have no right to feel this way.
It doesn't help that he was wearing a skin tight bar shirt when I got home. He's lost weight, but he still looks good.