I am afraid that the standoffish type is the only kind I love.

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I am afraid that the standoffish type is the only kind I love.

A love-starved woman is likely neurotic.

Love without friendship is cold and most destructive.

You aren't here. You're a dream evaporated. A hurt winding in the ruins of me.

Neglect is heartbreaking. I lose control in pain - at rock bottom. I need love to be real.

She is safer if she does not feel too much; she is gently dying in the memory of love.

I wish you would say you love me.

She was a lonely bird full of unchanging melancholy. She felt a terrible appeal to detach from everything.

She was the sort to fall for people who ran away. Love is a variable so wild it can feel like breathing or dying.

To be so wrapped up in self, is dangerous: self pity and sense of woe betray you.
