Dettachment

Hello there, my love. the love I never tasted. the love that was so slippery, a lizard love, disappearing every moment. While I wait for the next time it appears.... waiting and yearning, feeling needy and lonely, and he doesn't like to converse, I'm there with this enourmous weight of thoughts making my head heavy, and he is not willing to come closer to see things, or to make it a bit less heavy... leaving me insecure, tormenting myself, through this insecure attachment. Till I finally can't hold the weight. He doesn't care, I suppose. why would he behave this way? he is not willing to discuss that... making me crazy, talking with myself searching for a reason, but blank. no response. blank. let it dettach. let the weights fall. Bye.