Mar 10, 2011

It's a lonely road

Wonder what someone does when the loneliness is too much to bear.

When the loneliness is too much to bear.

(Shucks, I need to be 41kg again.)

It's been close to two years down this road. Before July 10, we met around six times a week - and often, it still wasn't enough. The first time in a year and nine months I went home alone, I realised how dependent I had become on the person I suddenly ripped myself apart from.

Not that I miss that person, of course. I don't miss the person or the times. It's all a good memory and nothing more. But love - when it's gone, after a year and nine months of hugs and tears and good-morning texts and affirmation - it leaves a dark burn hole. Like a cigarette burn through a white cotton tee.

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