Yeah. I never knew I could feel like that. It is of course a mixture of emotions, but none of them are wonderful. Or at least I won't describe them to be wonderful. The word that pops into my mind is, "nasty". I felt lonely, despite the fact that I'm supposed to be attached. However, it was not one of those petty kind of loneliness that stems from jealousy, but rather it was a genuine sense of solemn solitude. It just hurts to know that there are no more sacrifices made. Or at least I don't feel like there are any being made.
Lame excuses instead of sacrifices.
The greatest of lovers knew what it meant to give all, and be part of each other's lives. Telling me that we have our own lives to live does not necessarily mean that we have separate lives to live. It feels like we have separate lives to live though. If that is the case, I do not see the point in staying in this relationship if all we're to do is look out for our own individual interests.
No more sensitivity, no more close hearted sharing, no more light hearted laughter. No more. There seems to be no balance to what one should be, and what one could be.
This is really pathetic. If I'm not appreciated, then why do I give so much effort to make you happy? Why give the effort if I'm the only one who is going to give it?
Well, I hope you have a happy life. Till then, I'll remain on the shelf.
