“That’s true. It’s hard to find anybody to love. This world is too crooked,” I couldn’t help but agree with his claims.
After my parent’s death, I began doubting if love was even an actual thing. Having been beaten, shamed and maltreated at the hands of several people, I began perceiving love as something that was only part of fiction. It was only my sister that kept me going even in that troublesome phase.
At that instant, I didn’t want to bring our prior animosity into the discussion and told him, “You will be fine. With or without a partner, we must live on.”
“It’s easier to say when you have someone to seek emotional support. I, on the other hand, am left to wander in these abysses of loneliness by myself,” Elijah sighed.
Although Emanuel was still safe and sound, I could relate
