Unending Loop

. "Did you find the better me?"

.. "What's that?"

. "Everything I was from someone else."

I wanted to stay but I was sick of it. All our wonderful moments turned into a list of things I have to change.

Seven years, was it too long? Or is it the curse? that itch could be true. She got tired from laughing at my silly jokes and told me to stop. She complained, Too much. Attention, she used to ask for it with puppy eyes. Suddenly one day she despised any of it - from me.

"Where does love go when it fades?" How would I know? It never did for me.

I don't know. Another thing I don't know is why, why in the world are we so critical of choosing someone to be with when we will one day ask for them to change? And when they do, we leave them.

She left me. Not empty but morphed into someone to please her, just to keep her.

I'm quite okay now. Just- but- memories haunt us more than we need them to.

I have accepted it. The painful truth of her last words;

I met someone else. He makes me laugh. I'm happy with him. He makes me feel special. He's willing to do anything for me.

Pang of anger! Those words. She met me, the me before she asked me to change. I need some Almighty to make me understand;

Why do we leave people to look for them in another? It's tiring, pity. Is one not enough?

I swear she was. Not that it matters.