It is Melancholy that holds all the answers to nothing. And as the days pass and my misery darkens, I wonder how it is possible to feel so sad when nothing is wrong. But I like to be left alone, but when no one is there, the absence hurts.
Never let anyone tell you to change that ‘love’ to a ‘loved’, because the love still exists, even when I don’t.
I still love you.
The laughs, the glances, the best of times; they’re all still real.
The only thing that isn’t real anymore is me.