Why is life so cruel? Why does it mock us and show what could be wonderful but make it impossible to have? Is is better to have a taste of something sweet and have it taken away or is it better to never have known?
There may have been a time when it seemed romantic to be a tormented soul. The suffering poet that creates great art out of his pain. What I’ve learned is that pain is not lessened by a silly stereotype. Suffering is awful under any circumstance. There are no words that can make me feel better about having you once but now being deprived of your touch.