Deprivation by Yolanda Olson

The saying is true.

Actions do speak louder than words.

Louder than love.

Louder than hate.

I feel nothing almost on a daily basis, and yet in his arms, I do.

I'm not sure what it is that he makes me feel and I know that it's a sensation I never want to let go of, but things are different now.

The feeling of uselessness settles on me more often than not lately, and even now I know that some things aren't meant to last.

Hate speaks louder than love.

And now I'm going to show him just how strongly one can feel hate.