Somehow, it hit me rather forcefully tonight. I suddenly felt tears slide down my cheeks.
I miss that person very much. Maybe too much?
It hurts, damn it, and there will hardly be any succour.
Thoughts like 'is this worth it?' and 'what the heck am I doing?' keep chasing each other in my head.
I understand the reason for hardly keeping in touch. However, recent events are making me wonder if I am being led on as a possible outlet for desire.
Is that desire due to love or is that the real reason for loving?
I don't know. I have no way of gauging...