Epitaph.

He was an idiot. He had let go of the most amazing girl because of his selfishness. And let's leave it at that.
Six months on. He met a new girl. An amazing one. He pampered her, and showered her with attention. Something he never knew he was capable of. He gave her his all. But it ended.
It fell. Just like, the seasonal autumn leaves.
Circumstances will bring things to a level they could never comprehend.
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She was an above average girl so as to describe. Her demeanour’s pleasant.
When he decided, she wasn't worth it out of anger. She was determined to make him regret. This was her mistake.
Somewhere along the lines, she found someone new. He was possibly different, and "everything she ever wanted". So they got together, and for the next few months, things settled down for the new couple.
Then came back, the old boy, the ex boyfriend. He suggested the past. And she, jumped at the idea. Another mistake. We can't quite ditch a relationship for a new one when you're in one. You're failing both. She decided for the former. But then she realised. He was different. And her determination to make things work for a memory has left her the guilt of breaking a person.
A realisation that it was memories they were both in love with. She had gambled everything and lost. But the dealer was offering her a chance.
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He was with a girl for a long while. He would have grown accustomed to her presence. First mistake was he broke up with her.
Treasure a person and don't use a break up as a means to resolve things. It never does.
So she found someone new. He couldn't accept that fact. He grew whiny and complained his pains away.
At that point he still loves her. Months crept on by. And. He thought of a plan. So it was executed for him. She did it for him.
He then realised he couldn't love her as much. Or none at all. Change has set him in a different path. At this point, he was only in love with the idea of being in love and a beautiful memory. So she fell. But there was none to catch her.
"Sometimes, he loves you; sometimes his love for her fades."
And so his story ends here. With all that's left to be said has been done.
All’s ended. And we’re still the ‘aam junta’.