I wonder if there will ever be a day when I fall out of love with you. I wonder how I will ever navigate a future romantic relationship(s) without comparing me new parters) to you. I mean, I you were it. You treated me (and still treat me, just platonically) the absolute platinum standard. You set the bar high, and now it feels like everyone else comes in underneath. I guess I will have to abandon the habit of comparisons, when the time comes.