There are few things
in life sadder than unrequited love. Death of the physical body is inevitable,
even promised but death of love is often unexpected and premature. Continuing
to love someone who can no longer love you back is an experience one always remembers
mostly for the mixture of raw emotions, pure grief and pain that the entire
ordeal brings. How do you stop loving someone? Is there a switch button in your
heart that you can turn off automatically and it somehow magically erases every
shared memory? How exactly do you move on? Do you disguise your true feelings
of desire and longing, bury your pain, pretend life will sort itself out? In
pretending, do you then convince, delude and lie to yourself into believing
that everything will be okay, everything will be alright?
How do
you find the answers to the questions your heart desperately seeks to find?
Where do you look for the answers? Who do you search for to fill up the empty
spaces and missing gaps in your weary soul?
Or maybe you are meant to find your own answers and charter the unknown territories of the world by yourself.
Depression and solitude is like an endless black hole - a vast and immeasurable space of darkness. Tonight, more than ever, I wish I could simply disappear into that infinite vacuum of unimaginable darkness.
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