i'd like to say that there was an inciting incident, a reason we ceased to function as a couple, but it was more like a slow, creeping disdain. in the end, habit was all we had left, and i came to realise that what i'd lost was lost a long time ago. for months, our relationship had been the romantic equivalent of a zombie - a walking, talking, undead imitation of us - and it was finally put to rest.