What Lies Between Us

by John Marrs

I have stopped loving you. I have stopped caring about you. I have stopped worrying about you. I have simply . . . stopped.

make me want to crawl on my hands and knees to the end of the garden, curl up into a ball on a mound of earth and wait until the nettles and the ivy choke and cover me from view.

But like that old song goes, you can’t always get what you want.

keep most people at arm’s length for a reason. If you allow an emotional attachment to develop, eventually that person will disappoint you. They might not mean to, but if a better opportunity comes along, they will always leave you for it. I’ve learned the hard way that people – even loved ones – are transient souls.

‘My comfort food is beef, Yorkshire puddings and roast potatoes.’