A journey of silence

Two companions are walking together on a deserted path. Those who see them from a distance might think that these two are each other's support, each other's strength, but in reality what appears to be can be a deception of the eyes. I have heard that two people in love cannot be separated, they become one soul even though they are two bodies. Their sorrows, pains, joys, sorrows, everything is shared.
But when distances grow in hearts, and love remains only in words, then this same journey becomes a burden. Then even if the destination is the same and the path is the same, despite being a companion, a person feels alone. Forced relationships and pretentious love become just a compulsion, and then a person bears all his pain and suffering alone.
Then life becomes like this forest, immersed in solitude, silent, desolate, with just enough light to see the way. Without love, life is not life, it becomes a compulsion and a burden.