Rupture de Stock

The French have a this ability to use the most accurate word to describe a situation, feeling or thing. In French, it's called, le mot juste. One of these is "rupture de stock". It means, we've run out of an item. But what a poetic way to say something banal and ordinary as "we no longer have the item in supply".
During my last holidays in France, I felt as if I had taken inventory of my life and realised, finally some considerable time later, that I no longer had any feelings left for Mr Eternal Student. Whatever had been inside of me, had occupied a great volume of my self. I felt like the poor merchant who somehow got stuck with an excess inventory of a particular item he thought would be the greatest rage and cannot return it or do anything but hope that his customers will like it. I too was overwhelmed by the enormity of my emotions. I just didn't know what to do with them. Could I possibly fod it off? Ignore them and hope that like the elephant in the room, would disappear?
Those eternally optimistic merchants buy more than their usual peer because of their misguided belief that they will make a killing on this one item. I too was full of hope and love because I thought that he was the one. I daydreamed about mariage and babies with him. This hopeless dream was rather sophisticated because I would also fantasise about how our maried life would play out, the types of arguments we'd have, whether we would ever split up and why, would any of us be unfaithful, etc. Of course, it was always very melodramatic and I would be the wronged party and he would declare his undying love for me and beg for forgiveness. Sigh.
My supply in love for him was boundless. If he did or said something that hurt my feelings, I'd already forgiven him. If he had forgotten to say or do something, I would be angry and upset for the briefest moment because I had already made an excuse for him.
But nothing gold can last. Eventually, you use up your supply. It is not endless as we would like to believe. Every supply is built upon to be drawn upon. We store money in banks to build a certain capital for the reason that we can rely on that supply on rainy days. Stocking up on items when they are on sale so that we can use up that supply at a later date. But eventually, that supply does run dry and that is when there is a rupture de stock.
I think - no, I know that my supply of love for Mr Eternal Student has run dry. This fact lead me to conclude that I don't really love him. Because if I had truly loved him, the love would regenerate and would not die out.
Oh the feelings I had were not created out of thin air. There were sometimes kind gestures and loving words, but clearly not anything upon which to solidly build a lifetime of hope. The tenor of our conversations lead me to believe that he too was in love with me, in particular when he engaged in discussions about the future and our children. It was not all naive blindness.
I wonder why it has taken me so long to come to this conclusion? or have I really? because in spite of it all, I find myself hoping against all odds, that there might still be one tiny small hope. It's like being lucky and getting the last item before it's really and officially a rupture de stock.