Near here & never there; Love and Death on a slow burner

Some people who love you will be there to help in your time of need, yes.
It is a shame, though, that they can't love you the way you'd want them to or, worse, the way you need them to.
They are the ones who kill you, a little bit more every day, by their neglect, their busi-ness, their way of always putting you second and of showing you they do so, so many times daily.
They affect you so because you love them and they love you. They love you wrong, though.
They are the people you can't live with, regardless of love.
And maybe you can't live without them either.
Either way, you die.
Their very physical presence underlines their emotional absence, and tortures you constantly.

It is a sort of frigidity: they can't respond, they can't feel what you need, they can't feel the way you love them, they can't respond to the way you love them and need them.
And so, they kill love, they kill your love. And they kill you.
Always near, almost there, and, in the end, never there.
It's the wrong kind of love, in the end.
They cook you to death. Slowly. They stew you to death, they kill you in a slow cooker or on a slow burner.

PS: For a long, long time, I thought frigidity was the inability to enjoy sex, until I looked up the definition one day and saw it was the inability to respond, a sort of a-sociability, if you will. Yeap, and it kills life, love, passion, everything.