The worst way to lose somebody is to be, in his heart, ordinary; to be his luxury turned duty.
And the things he do, he does them to keep up with you, but not anymore to keep you.
This is when you'll know you've lost him. This is when it will hurt. But only until this you'll know you've loved deeply.
Your lips would blister with prayers for his return, but no poetry in the world could touch his soul and guide him back to your arms--
none unless the words are yours.*
P.S. *You'll only truly lose him when you start to think that maybe after all, you've never truly loved him. And that is also when you'll lose yourself-- to your own make-believe.
Unsent Letters would now be my series.
