I would like to start my posts with this topic:

One of the regrets most of us face is a loss of a romantic love. Whether it’s real or even unrequited. Whether it materialized or in some crazy sense, imaginary, it will definitely leave a gap somewhere within us.

Don’t get me wrong but having this “gap” might actually be healthy for everyone because it links us to our younger self, it retains that strong burning desire that might, in all honesty, fade, in a way, as we age. It teaches us two very valuable lesson of life:

Appreciation and Moving on.

The Cult of the Lonely

What we were
What you’re not
Have I heard what you said
Go away, No, hold me tighter
Clasp my neck,
squeeze my throbbing heart
Tattooed memories turned echoes in mind
Now your lips I would not dare touch
Your heartbeat now I could never feel
For now I turned numb
Might be so are you not
For then you turned blind
Senses lost, a heart broken
The gift you gave
From me you have stolen
So now what we are
Are but once we’re not
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