This is straight out of some girlie song from the fifties, but: Is there a deadline for love? I’ve been dating my boyfriend for over a year and we don’t love each other. He’s never said those “three little words” to me, and I’ve never said them to him. In fact, I have no idea if I love him, and if he told me he did, I’m not sure how I’d react.
Catch: My previous boyfriends have said it first, and probably a little too quickly, so I’ve never been in this position before. I’ve always heard it first and then figured out what to say based on whether I felt like fainting in a good way, or a bad way.
I’ve got no desire to break up but I’ve been thinking about this whole love thing a lot lately. How long can a relationship linger in the purgatory of “I like you, a lot”?
Good luck overcoming inertia.