It wasn’t the taxing, dull pain of love lost, nor the silent, sad pain of love unrequited. The feeling was like having a chisel driven into his heart, except without the relief that comes from having the hammer drawn back. The unrelenting pain didn’t leave him depressed; it left him mournful.
His day to day life seemed unaffected. He still disliked his job, went out for drinks, but none of it had the same flavor as before. Plunging ahead seemed the only option. There wasn’t much he could do about his feelings, but he could try for a better job.
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