When my nose itched, you no longer sneeze, when my face tingled, you didn’t scratch yours. We feel many things but can’t share them with the one sitting next to us. Love, it somehow got lost on its way; I look forward to those long days at the office and coming home is the saddest part of my day. We don’t finish each other sentences anymore, we go to our separate corners of the house, and stay. We have companions and yet are lonely, we have a significant other and are still living like we are single.