Can love run out ? Does it come to a point when there is no longer a flame, the oil has burned and the ashes are flying. I keep forgetting. I keep trying. I keep telling myself I have it all and so why jeopardize it. But what if it is actually dying? I am confused, living in distant ambiguity. It’s not like I am looking for another fling or another thing. Another lover or another marriage, a connection maybe an attraction and immediate link. But all in all I have lost faith on love and everything it promises one to bring.