Isn't it ironic

over the fact that nothing excite you anymore,

when you see that used to be a special person,

as if it never happened,
you never loved that one person,

where did it went?
that one feeling that give you an adrenaline rush

empty, vanish, tasteless! 

what an opposite twist of a heart that seems to be likely put up side down

when you looked back,
you wonder how can you loved that much?

Ironic isn't it?