From "situationships" to "nothingships" to just plain old "dumbships", I've found myself in all of them and it got to the point in which I questioned if love even exists and if it does is it even for me. Maybe it's just not meant for me to have someone special in my life. Because of that thinking, I found myself callused and not really caring. I became numb based on past experiences and let that warmth and belief in who I was slowly "die" with every heartbreak. It was if a part of me left with each person I allowed into my space when they didn't deserve a seat at the table.