Desperation to indifference

Feelings of friendliness turned into something closer to dependence. That was where things started going awry, when I closed out my heart exclusively even though I swore not to. Never liked to put a label onto things especially relationships, but eventually I still did. Desperation lurked internally, one always putting on a standoff-ish stance when it came to the topic, acting like I didn't care but rather I cared just a little too much. They say time heals, or maybe wounds are just forgotten, becoming scars that fade but not really, and thus indifference settled in. Should I be thankful for this indifference? I personally was the only one who saw it going down in flames. Did we even have anything special in the first place? Did the problem lie solely with me? I don't really know. But at least this indifference doesn't reopen wounds, nor does it rub salt into it anymore. It just looks on with a neutral expression - being used to it, being resigned to it. Well, at the very least, there are some memories to look back to. Can't expect anything more real than that.

Is this the story of every relationship gone awry?