They tell me sometimes love just ends...
They tell me sometimes love just ends, that one stops loving without knowing why, without regrets, and that it is a funny feeling... like opening one's hand, finding it empty and wondering what was it that from it had escaped. They tell me to stop loving is like the feeling of walking over dried leaves, hearing them crunch under one's feet knowing that in spite of their beauty they are dead. They say one stops feeling love all of a sudden though one might still think one's loving... just like... Sign in to see full entry.