It is hard to deal with a broken heart especially when it is not yours. With all my faith even if I tell her that things will become ok- it does not help. I can see her moping around, trying to escape, to find little snatches of happiness in some lost romantic rainy day. I wish I could do something. I wish I could do something to make it alright.
When reality sobs herself to sleep just next to you all the happy bright thoughts and quotes on love walk the line of shame. Helpless voyeurs we stand sighing in our hearts. We all have our personal heart aches. Some one night stands, some affairs gone bad, some absences, compromises, lies, hypocrisy, betrayals and an ounce of truth somewhere in all that mind fucking- we are all so useless. So darn useless.