It seems that neither of us is truly happy anymore.
It's ironic that we still call it "love" when it no longer brings a sparkle to our eyes or a smile to our lips. Perhaps we've grown weary of the constant struggle to maintain a facade of happiness, or maybe we've simply lost sight of what drew us together in the first place.
Whatever the reason, it's clear that we both feel a sense of weariness and uncertainty about the future.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Just A Lost Soul
Non-FictionIn the scribbles and ink stains of my paper and pen, lie the reflections of my soul.📝
