Frankly my dear I don't give a damn!

Greetings my fellow passionate readers, it's that time again when I find myself compelled to share my reflections on the intricate world of relationships and the challenging territory of breakups. Love, like the vibrant blossoms of summer in San Francisco, surrounds us, yet I cannot ignore the disconcerting observations that often cross my path. I will not blame it on toxic relationships, love bombing, narcassistic-avoidant dyad, trauma bonding, anxious avoidant attachment styles and so forth. Of course my fellow readers, although these topics are undeniably impactful and can have profound emotional, physical, and mental consequences on our lives, I'd like to delve deeper into the psychological and emotional complexities of love's challenges and the actual human experience in a poetic and of course truly passionate way!

After all what other way is there to talk about love, heart break and the broad spectrum of emotions that lie in between for most of us?

Hmm was it Shakespeare that said in his famous Sonnet 18 "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date"

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Here is what Passionate Psychiatrist has to say;

With the passing of time, thoughts of us linger like a haunting sad melody,

A bittersweet refrain of what could have been but shall never be.

We were once entwined in a dance of ecstasy, when your presence was my only solace.

Those brown eyes and that cascade of dark hair, a reflection of my own being, drew me closer.

Our initial touch, the look of wonderment in your gaze, the mingled innocence with longing,

In that moment, I sensed the impending solitude and the curse of multiple lifetimes on me.

We journeyed across vast oceans and towering mountains, my hand perpetually in yours, and you, my guiding star, affectionately calling me your "kid",

Yet now, as I stand alone, hopes seem to have crumbled, dreams lay shattered.

You promised I would forever be the one, but as you walk away slowly, your eyes harbor coldness and contempt, breaking my heart into tiny fragments.

Abandoned in my time of greatest need, I will never forget our shared moments, your boundless love turning to insurmountable distance.

Your last words, uttered without a chance for my reply, still haunt me,

Farewell holds little meaning for one already vanished, so distant that doubt clouds their existence.

You are lost, but you are the tempest that stole my peace and left me desolate,

A lie, a mirage, a fleeting illusion, we were never destined to be.

Your deceit left an indelible mark of tumultuous ambivalence within me, etched into the core of my being, that may well endure until my last breath.

I reflect on the vengeance that wounded me most, your pretense as my supposed one true love?

Blame falls on you for your unfulfilled pledges, and guilt consumes me for my innocence in failing to discern your recurring patterns.

This world, with its romantic ideals, bears its share of blame, for such notions are but illusions and fantasy in this harsh reality.

There is no true perfect one love that gives selflessly?

True Love is soft, gentle and kind, it endures all trials and tribulations,

Or so is the fervent wish of foolish passionate lovers like us that continue to hope and dream eternally!

As for you, in the end... Yes you the one I loved..

Frankly, my dear, I no longer give a damn!

-Passionate Psychiatrist