When confronted with the hypothesis of staying with anyone out of habit and not love, my whole body trembles and shivers. It seems so cold, so barren, that no feeling can overcome the gap ever again. No bridges will be built, no flowers will blossom in such a swamp, where life goes to die.
Beeing alone is not easy. Loneliness breaches our smile time and time again. But, at least, we don't have to fake it for the convenience of another or status quo, only for ourselves. Until we finally rise above it.
Stay for the good times, the bad times. Not for the canyon. Nothing will ever flourish there.












