He’s dead in the eyes. I’ve heard it said, but I’ve never seen it. Just blank. No fire anymore. Like the hope and excitement and fuel were drained.
And all that’s left is cruel, shallow, vain and cold. And it won’t come back. I know with certainty. Just gone. Vapid. Empty. Cold. Uninspired.
How terrible it is to watch people you love choose to drown themselves in sorrow and know that you can’t revive them, or give them fresh air? They’ve got to fight to breathe on their own.
But fact is, it’s been years since I even really liked someone. So how likely is it I’ll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry? I’m tired of not knowing who I’ll be with, or if I’ll be