Sometimes when a dog is abandoned by its owner, it enters a depressive mood where it stops doing everything, it eats less, eventually it dies.
So are we, men, when the woman we love departs from us.
Now I remember exactly why, when I was still 17 (25 now), I had promised myself never to get in love again.
I hate, I HATE, this state when I can't do anything, all day I can only think about her and repeat "I love you" like a drunken robot.
And even if I know there's no possibility, I can't force myself to get over it. And it eats my life away.