It’s funny, I actually dream of the inverse. That I had the energy to endlessly dote on, even worship, a romantic partner. That I could be that dog for them, hopelessly devoted and obsessed to a somewhat unhealthy level. That I could give them everything and anything they could ever want. (Within some realm of reason.)

But at the end of the day, I end up in the same boat as you too. Losing steam for one reason or another. Or no reason at all. Or needing/wanting more for myself. And I’ve never had someone stay through that burnout phase—I either push them away or they get fed up that I changed, or some secret third thing I don’t know.