Years ago, I used to think,

Used to smile in every blink,

Dreaming of our link,

I was so sure, he'd never let me sink.

Now, years after, 

Not only did the thought alter,

I saw my guy finding a different shelter,

I saw another girl at the altar.

Whatever that lives changes, whatever that dies changes too, then why does a heart that is living dead refuse to change. Maybe that's the balance, the sterility.

Chaahat