I feel as if I am in purgatory. I have never been more neutral over the affairs of love than now. I have no desire to seek love, nor have the desire to avoid it. I am the romantic dead, the unliving love. I am a man that is accepting of love but also fearful of it. I fear rejection, I fear acceptance, but I also want both.
Love has become a memory, a dream, its no longer tangible to me, this might explain my indifference…. how can I love a dream?