‘Is this relationship nothing but one of your habits?’ She asked, her tears pushing their way out of her eyes.
He stopped at the door and turned around.
She looked away from his face. ‘You’ve changed!’ She cried out.
‘How can you expect me to remain the same over the years? Of course I’ve changed…so have you and…’
She cut him short. ‘And so has our relationship.’ She scoffed. ‘Is there anything left in it?’ She added, glaring at him.
He stared at her face for a long time. ‘I’ll leave it up to you to decide,’ he said and turned to leave.
As tears flooded her cheeks, she squeezed her eyes shut.
He stopped. ‘A habit can be unpalatable, immoral, prosaic, but it’s something that defines us. You may very well know that it is going to destroy you, but you can’t really abandon it. And why? Because this is the very thing that shapes your character, tells you that you’re flawed and makes you long for a better version of yourself.’ He paused and turned around. ‘So what’s wrong if love is considered a habit?’
Written by Chirasree Bose