Having survived through first and second hand stageplays of parts and parcels of my life, I've been accustomed to firmly believe that infidelity (of any form and sort) is a disease. I believe that there is nobody, is ever capable of staying entirely faithful to one person during a course of any romantic relationship. I'm no angel to this ironically shameless and shameful pattern of behaviour, while I was on the other side of my sexuality. Since that turned around, so has things with me. Many a times, conflicts process in a manner of a choice between abandonment or cruel silence.

It takes a saint, to not implement the same cycle of cheating after being cheated on. It is near Godly, that forgiveness at that point, is still the only option there is.

Truth is, you are bound to break someone's heart, the same way they are bound to break yours. We're all tainted with the conventional misconceptions of love and commitment. But what else are we to do?

Because that's what we do, we tear each other apart. We break one another, wide open, and this lasts a long time. We continuously do this until someday, we're left with nothing to break each other with. And at that point, there will be no love, no kind words, no making up, no embracing, no apologies, no empathy, no remorse and no turning back. There will not even be ashes and dust to serve as remains of a past so meaningful. At that point, all that will be left, is perpetual indifference and another set of cynical take-outs.