"You were genuinely happy when I first met you. After that, it just seemed like you were showing the world that you were," he had said the night he left. The words struck her deeper than she thought possible. Perhaps, there was some truth in what he had said that she did not want to accept. She tried to think of something else.
Earlier that day, she had read a very well written article on relationships & change. It had said something on the lines of this:
There was a couple who fell in love with each other at first sight/conversation. They were extremely different people and they wanted to be with each other despite that. Each started to make changes in himself/herself to try and meet the other halfway. The plan had seemed fool-proof back then and neither found it too hard to let go of certain things about themselves that they knew didn't work for the other. Suddenly, without seeing it coming, they fell out of love as easily as they had fallen into it because of those changes. She wasn't the girl he had fallen in love with; he was no longer the man she had wanted to be with when he had kissed her for the first time.
She used to love reading about love though her world now revolved around a thirst for lust. This little paradox that she was living out amused her. She smirked. He never did try to understand me as a person, she thought to herself. Satisfied with that conclusion in her head, she slid out of the stranger's bed, put on her dress, picked up her heels and walked out of his life.
Earlier that day, she had read a very well written article on relationships & change. It had said something on the lines of this:
There was a couple who fell in love with each other at first sight/conversation. They were extremely different people and they wanted to be with each other despite that. Each started to make changes in himself/herself to try and meet the other halfway. The plan had seemed fool-proof back then and neither found it too hard to let go of certain things about themselves that they knew didn't work for the other. Suddenly, without seeing it coming, they fell out of love as easily as they had fallen into it because of those changes. She wasn't the girl he had fallen in love with; he was no longer the man she had wanted to be with when he had kissed her for the first time.
She used to love reading about love though her world now revolved around a thirst for lust. This little paradox that she was living out amused her. She smirked. He never did try to understand me as a person, she thought to herself. Satisfied with that conclusion in her head, she slid out of the stranger's bed, put on her dress, picked up her heels and walked out of his life.
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