My past life used to appeal to me, now it is dreary in comparison.
No one I truly loved, no full happiness, no perfect peace.
I could fall asleep without tears or anguish,
I could live my life without a single thought of you.
Naïve, but is that a bad thing?
Without knowledge of love, but also without heartbreak or anxiety or depression.
Now my tears stain my pillow in longing for you,
and I still prefer this.
Those few moments with you were paradise.