"You know they were-"
"You know she was-"
"What are you?"
"You're not-"
"Why you-"
Yes, I know. There is much to compare. There is so much love for her and nothing but vacant eyes for me. I'm the replacement, the new her. They were them so long and people don't like change. But it ended and there didn't seem to be a reason why, because all was quiet. On the outside, it was perfect. Internally there was manipulation and a cold underlying negligence. There was a complete cut, no lingering love. No sensitivity. Only resent and coldness.
A simple "I'm never coming back"
Time passes, and adjustment to her gone far away and him alone. Rather him