I live on the premise that there is no more
"Why did it get so cold?"
When I was told,
Something inside me was pulling away.
I'm not getting cold.
It was just left cold and neglected all the time.
I believed that someday it would change.
But no matter how many years I waited, it didn't change.
So the "love" in me,
It may have already withered quietly.
Love is,
It's not "natural to have it."
It's a "pour" thing ✨
If you sympathize, save it ❤️
My wife's feelings The reality of the couple The moment when love cools I'm not a housekeeper The Housewife's Cry
































































































