Life changes, people changes, yet we can't acknowledge this simple fact straight on our face. People from my earlier life come up to me and say, Man you have changed a lot. Yes, I have to, why the hell did you left me?Those beautiful brown eyes, that childish smile blessed with the heart of pure gold, even the Satan would think before making a move so bold, but I didn't think and hurt you over and over again, never treating you properly, yet you stand firmly right next to me, always. Why? You know those last words, 'I love you' from your death bed still haunts me, cursing me, why the hell did I started loving you aft