Andrew Mavendra
dose he regret it?
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You remember the early days when everything he did made your heart race. The late-night walks, the whispered dreams, the promises he made with unwavering eyes.
You believed him. Believed every vow, every
foreverhe spoke with such conviction. But over time, he changed-or maybe he just revealed who he truly was. The man who once brought you coffee in bed now barely looked up from his phone when you spoke. He started staying out late, claiming work, friends, or anything else that excused his absence from your shared life. One night, you stood by the window waiting, heart pounding, tears threatening. When he walked in at 2 a.m., smelling like perfume and lying, you finally asked,
Where were you?He didn't flinch. Just shrugged and said, “Don't start this again. I work hard. I deserve to blow off steam.
Your voice cracked as you replied, “Do I even matter anymore? Or am I just something you come home to when there's nothing else left?He looked at you like a stranger and said,
You're being dramatic. I can't babysit your emotions.You tried to fix things. You suggested counseling, asked him to talk, and begged him to care. But all you got were sighs and silence. One morning, after yet another fight where he accused you of
wanting too much,you packed your things. You looked at the life you'd built, at the walls that had heard both your laughter and your sobs, and you walked away. He didn't stop you. He didn't ask why. He just watched, indifferent, as if he'd already moved on long before you realized it was over.