Untitled Today, Tomorrow and Forever

Love can be so fickle, can it not?

It one moment in time you can love some with such ferocity and they you and as time goes by … that ferocity turns into some kind indifference or even some fading memory that one stores into the recesses of their mind.

What if that ferocity exists with one party and must be contained or hidden from the world; perhaps due to self preservation or the other person lost that fire for them. Seems all so very sad to me, but all be it factual.