Love is illusive. It can make you see warmth in arctic temperatures. Make you believe you are staring at one whom loves you the same way. Unbeknownst to us gals, men sure as fuck do not love the way we do. We’ve all got our “languages”. Mine is physical touch and praise. His is material and acts of service.
But can love really exist where there is no emotional connection? Or in our case I was reaching out to connect with him and I was giving nothing back despite his attempts . It’s difficult for him…. Like trying to find the light of sunken ship from the coast. Hard to find even harder to reach. All that’s left is to assume. Bad idea. My imagination is fucking wild. Hope he finds his way soon. My mind can’t take this pain.