I have loved you for so long that I cannot imagine saying the words out loud. Coward, I will write them: our love is gone. We both are aware of the fact both neither of us will utter the words.
Because you have nowhere else to go – simple as that fact. We live in collective misery, no love in our home. Victims to your illness and to my weakness.
There is no future but waiting out our days. Miserable, pained and trying to fill my days. Lying and smiling in a cold marriage.
There will never be romance. Moments when I feel loved and longed for – not for me. Those things are meant for other women. A passionate kiss is a memory from too many years ago that I cannot count. I will never be beautiful again. Or loved.
Love is gone; I fear that it has been for years.