People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering.
Acting might bring on emotional exhaustion, but writing tired your brains out. Writing led to depression and insomnia and walking around all day with a haggard look.
Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.
The hell with "love" anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world.
Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
Anybody's marriage might benefit from an occasional embargo on talk.