When this happens, who is at loss isn't them, it's you. The artist/the poet/the cook/the dreamer in you died prematurely. The same love killed what could have manifested into a passion. (2/3)
Love gives you abilities you didn't know you had in you before. It makes you an artist, a poet, a cook, a dreamer and much more. When what you create as a result of this fails to gather due credit, you gradually lose interest. (1/3)