How could I have known it would end this
way? It always starts the same, but the feeling is always new and
exciting. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you at first. I
loved the fresh conversations and discovering more about you.
Looking into your big brown eyes and smiling, feeling oh so
smitten. But then it got tiring. It got boring. You didn't
get boring, stop blaming yourself. Blame me instead, I'm a
bad person. I can take it. But you're too kind for me...what
on earth did you see in me? Why can't you leave without
second glances? This is for your own good, before I get selfish
again, leave. I lied before. I knew it would end this way, it
always does. But each time there's a voice that tells me
maybe it won't, and then there's your voice telling me
maybe we can fix it. That this is just some rough patch. A small
bump in the road that I for some reason have never been able to
get over...do you see how belittling that sounds? If it was that
simple, I would have been patched up just fine by now. No cracks
or scars to show any damage. All cool and under control. If that
was the case I'd still be with the person I was with before
you. Have you ever thought of that? No of course not. I
haven't either.