/lit/ - Literature

>>17884027
I don't know what is worse, the dull low intensity pain of loneliness from being single or the inevitable, intricate heartbreak of love. "Better to have loved and lost," the old saying goes. Is that really true? I'm working through the private hell of a romantic tragedy now, and the suffering of it is far more detailed, rich, and complex than the simple numb emptiness of being alone. It runs right through me, tears into the soft parts, is immediately destructive like a violent explosion and a fire that lingers in its wake. While loneliness is a insensate coldness. At its worst it gives you the feeling of dread that one might feel stranded in an icy arctic wasteland at night. That to me more manageable than the total obliteration of heartbreak.