Hubert MartinI was the wings that kept her aloft, while the churning sea of reality nipped at her feet. I kept her from drowning, but I still felt bad, that her toes had to experience such dreadful cold.
About This Quote
A person is incomplete without his or her lover. The relationship that two lovers have bind them together. Losing the person you love is one of the most hurtful things that can happen. It’s not surprising, then, to find yourself feeling bad after someone leaves.
The reason for your feelings are the same as the reason they were there in the first place: You felt incomplete once they left. You felt incomplete because you had something real to hold on to, some part of your life that was happy and complete without them. When they left, you lost this important part of yourself.
Now you’re left with your sadness and a void where they used to be.
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