No matter how indifferent they become or how crookedly they act, my heart should feel at least some sorrow over it, yet it feels none at all.
This couplet captures that quiet, chilling stage of heartbreak where even pain ceases to register. The beloved may act with utter coldness or stray down hurtful paths, yet the lover's heart feels no sorrow or sting whatsoever. It reflects the profound exhaustion of loving someone too much—a state of complete detachment where expectations have died, and emotional numbness quietly replaces grief.
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