Losing love is like drifting out to the sea.
It's like being dragged by the harsh waves of the cruel reality and being hauled by the sinful currents of your failures and the sea will devour you slowly so you can feel the inevitable pain crawling at the tips of your hair because the sea is wicked and and merciless and cruel and it'll be too late to notice. Even if you desperately try to catch for the soothing breeze, you won't and when you look back, you won't see anything or anyone you recognize, and the only thing there'll be for you is the unfamiliar horizon.
