And with no explanation from either of us as to how we fell out of love, she leaves in a week and a half.

it's funny. We lived together for 2 and a half months.
And she still doesn't know when my birthday is.
The ignorance has never been this bad in any of my relationships.
We didn't even try.

This is the most surreal relationship I've ever had.
But it reaffirms one thing... I'm not here for her.
I'm here for Nine 11.

At least it makes me appreciate past experiences more in some aspects. I get out of it what I put into it.