A rant on the loss of love…
In the dark of the night I am slipping away from all that my life revolved around. In this deafening darkness all appears well, if not utterly appealing, yet simultaneously the fatigue from chasing you for so long has caught up with me. And I am obliged to state simply that I know perfectly well I have lost you now; grimly I fear that you are losing me as well…
My sole regret concerning this whole ordeal is that I was never given the chance to walk with you in the rain, talk with you for hours, or love you profoundly.
Now, as my final Will and Testament on behalf of the love I had for you, without uttering a single word I shall say my goodbyes and declare that I have been defeated. I gave in to the whims of soul and heart, although completely within my nature and absolutely commendable, it became a horrible scar; the constant reminder that you never have and never will love me in return.
T_T
