It’s not something I’ve ever worked on per se... it’s just something I’ve learned to expect to happen, and to basically ignore & act-as-if. Because I don’t have to FEEL love for someone, to know that I love them, and act lovingly towards them. No different than when I wake up feeling like an asshole, but don’t take my shit out on other people. Just because I’m angry, that’s no reason to treat the people around me like garbage, nor is feeling disconnected a reason to act distant nor to manufacture distance.
It DID take me a few years to learn that, though. Early days? I broke up with people, or ended friendships, or moved away... because that’s what I thought you were “supposed” to do. If you don’t love someone? Don’t string them along, but give them a chance to find someone who would love them, and yourself a chance to find someone to love. But? Time and time again, I’d leave... and then a few weeks/months later I’d get my feelings back. Well shit. Too late now! >.<
So I tried sticking around. Low and behold? 9 times out of 10 the pane lifted in its own time, and I loved them just as much as I ever had.