He feels lonely, alone,afraid,sad. The train of emotions had a head on collision with him. In that havoc he is left without any clue,like a little boy who got lost in a crowd looking around for a familiar face. just to raise him up and put him on her shoulders, waiting to get patted on his back and to hear that its ok to cry, its ok to be afraid,but now that she is here he don't have to.
But sooner or later he have to accept the fact that towards that train wreck nobody will walk to unless they are obliged to do so. And then what will you call the name of the help he received, pittance , sympathy. will you call that love? i guess not.
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