A lover can change into a stranger or an enemy. But you are never to be blamed. For you can never change anyone for that matter unless they allow themselves to.
When I look back at those years, it's funny that everything has changed. People come and go, and feelings fade. From love to hatred, a simple switch that made one turned from a lover to a stranger.
Even if the love was no longer there, those moments you were with the him you once knew, would never be forgotten. How people and things changed over the years and he sees you now with rage, bringing hell to raise.
Maybe the devil within him cries for an escape to pay vengeance to the one who caused him to fall from grace like a fallen angel. After all, the devil was once an angel. An angel with a purpose, meant to be there for you just a little while, never forever. He was there to lavish you with sincerity and love but as time passed by, his feathery wings were mutated as the light of his halo dimmed in agony and slowly letting a pair of grim horns grew. As well as a smile was replaced with a sinister grin. And his heart was no longer red of love as it was darkened with black of hatred.
You broke him but you never intend to. You made him changed for the worst. Or was it even you? For the cause of lost would only be less painful if the heart was pure and true all along. All it takes was forgiveness instead of plotting a revenge to make you suffer as much. Then, he could find his wings back again as the halo gleams heavenly for the better.
Truthfully, the angel never left him, it was him, himself who unleash the devil within that devours his soul and heart with a poison so vile, called; hate.
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