When you haven’t loved for a while you get
cold. You get
cynical and hardened. The
sadness in you deepens to a level that could never be wholly reflected by your faraway gaze.
It’s like being an old lonely
statue in the overgrown corner of a cemetery. There’s this
quietness about everything. The
screaming from within finds no answer from the outside world and so you stand there, fixed and
trance-like, completely detached and lost. You start to
crumble away, the damp creeps in and the only thing you can do to stop the increasing pain is
numb yourself to it.
Pretend that it’s all going fine, try not to think about when things were better, that only makes things worse. You stop asking ‘
how long will this last?’ because the answer never comes.
“better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”
It sounds nice in
theory doesn’t it?