I get it. Completely. Why they break the bonds they once cherished. The pleasure of being bound in someone's love is subdued and made ineffective by the marks their love leaves behind. The marks borne of jealousy, possessiveness, expectations.
More often than not, my social quotient tilts towards abusive relationships. It's a slow poison, tainting and taunting my limits. A sure path towards self-destruction.
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You remind me of soothing symphony of violins and smooth interspersed twinkle of piano. The moment the crescendo reaches, I remember our last conversation. Anger, and ruthlessness with which harsh words were spoken. Each word tugging at my heart, trying to find the raw-most nerve, and slashing the ice cold knife with a violent force I never knew you were capable of.
But this time, I did not splutter apologies.