I am okay with the notion of love, it's that 'relationship' part I have no mental capacity to deal with.
It's so, weak, easily lost, but hard to regain. I mean what kind of thing can last 20 years and only take 20 seconds to end.
But, within my angst, I will give this 'relationship' thing, one last try, after which I am done. Yeah, I know the popular cliché: I'll die a lonely old man.
Which is not a bad thing afterall, I will be old, meaning I would have lived a little. Lonely? Isn't death probably the most private, loneliest of all human tragedies?
1ove, health.
