I looked deep into his eyes, but I just couldn’t find it. Where was the love? Had it all faded away? An apology hung on my lips, and there it stayed. My pride, my darned pride, it didn’t allow me to stoop down to that level. He doesn’t deserve it, I don’t deserve it. A certain guilt echoed within me, after all, it was probably my fault. I wanted too much, I expected too much, and I guess such high expectations always leads to disappointment. It started as doubt, then denial, followed lastly by outright rage. Cutting all ties, it’s as difficult as cutting your own flesh. The cold shoulder felt more like a cold blade to my neck. But I was determined. You’ll come begging to have me back. I know it. I will win this fight. I will have the last laugh.