Often, time simply enables you to disentangle yourself from loving someone with whom you’ve lost all ability to communicate. You can’t turn love off like a switch, at will. Even when it’s toxic and destroying you, it has to burn itself out, as a candle eventually does. The object of said love has the ability to hasten this ebb by their actions, but even the most odious acts won’t extinguish the flame right away. Most people I’ve been with simply fail to see that they themselves are placing a glass over the candle, and are paralyzed and blindsided with grief over the loss of something that they have been slowly killing for years.