There's No Escaping What Has Become A Theme Of Life

It’s a cycle in his life he can’t run from, no matter where he starts or how he starts; it’ll always end up the same. Try, try, and try again he keeps telling himself. Only words to comfort him into thinking that his life isn’t completely screwed up. The last inch of hope that everyone holds onto from moment to moment. Cause remember nobody likes a quitter.

Doubts enter his mind, none that he can shed so easily. What will happen next? Will things really change? Is there someone waiting there for me? Things were so much simpler when he had an opposite of himself to converse with. To take his mind off of things that came clawing back the second they were gone. One after another, they all ended the same. So much so, he has the cycle down to a "T."

At the start, both of them were new and exciting. There was so much you didn’t know, so much you wanted to learn. Time went on. It had gotten easier, easier to be just you. No need to hold back anything now. She tells him how she feels, he tells her back. Like the joining of two metals with a hot torch they begin to creep even closer together. For awhile it seems as if nothing can stop it. There’s no one to come between the two of them.

Things are going great now, what ever doubts he had before, what ever worries. They are gone. She makes it all go away with a simple smile. The smallest gesture that means so little but means so much to him. If only it could last. If only he can just keep that image of her smile in his head, everything will be okay. Then again, nothing lasts for long. Right?

Its little things he starts to notice. A slight difference in body language, no more meaning to her words, her voice wasn’t as passionate anymore. Something’s off. Who is she? She smiles, but it’s not the same, it’s almost forced now. She needs to tell him something, on the rare occasion he has to be the first to say something.

"There’s another," She says.

He’s crushed once again. It’s not the first time, definitely not the last. He can’t help but laugh to himself, thinking about the cycle of his life. Although each time a little piece of his heart is broken, there will always someone or something that fills the void. Some bits and pieces slowly are put back together, almost like glue. It’ll keep it together for so long, after a while it’ll begin to come loose.

And so the cycle begins, again.