It’s a weird feeling. Talking casually with no desire at all with a person you’ve loved so dearly. It’s weird because you see that face, and you know that once that face has been all you ever wanted, all you desired in life. And now that face is just like all the other faces, without extra value. But the knowledge of your long time admiration of that face still makes it special, because it once was the represenative of all your hopes and dreams. So even though that face doesn’t have anything on you anymore, it’s still a special face. And that’s a weird feeling.