That emptiness when you don't even want to say anything. No complaints, no discussions, no arguments. You no longer care. And that is when you know that it hit too hard this time. And it's suffocating. And it's scary, because you know the it could be worse and you're alone.
And I stay in the middle wondering if I am really in love. Or if I just want to feel that feeling. If I cannot receive love, I can at least feel it.
My barriers don't let me leave, but I can just stay here and love you.
When your heart is so longing for love, that even the slightest hint of affection breaks those barriers you tried so hard to build. But at the same time, those barriers stay strong, preventing you from surpassing them.
How ridiculous.
When something that could have been prevented happens, what can we do? Is there really anything else to do except acceptation.
To accept that we made the wrong decision. That it is not perfect.
It hurts.