On repeat.

A dead stare.

I was thoroughly confused rather than mad but my madness was not arrowed to him. I felt bad, yes. That's normal, isn't it?

But I wasn't mad. At least not to him.
And there goes the dead stare again.
The unwanted pause.
Where you try to put yourself back days before and watch everything in the sideline trying to see your own faults which you may have missed to looked at. I don't usually go back when I decided to leave yet, this time I did.
Sadly, all there was to see was his sight leaving right before you. You were just standing because you knew this time chasing him would be no good.

I don't think there's a girl who wants to start all over again with a new guy.
Be with a new guy.
Let her friends and enemies see her with a new guy.
Much more care for a new guy.
Have treasured moments and so many random arguments with a new guy.
Have sex with a new guy.
And fall in the same pit of saying goodbye.

Its the same death cycle no girl would ever want.