Nothing is more dispiriting, more soul scarring than dead love. People who love you because they know they should, but almost would rather not, who you in turn love because you can't help it but almost would rather not. We love each other with our lips and minds but not with our eyes and hearts. People who you desperately want to run away from but feel tied to as if by an umbilical cord. People who if you felt anymore love, confusion, and pain because of them you just might shoot yourself; at least then what you felt would be simple.