Change

“I don’t want him to change,” I said. “Not for me anyway –“
“Change what?” he asked.
I sighed.
I don’t know, my mind screamed.
“Change the way he is,” I muttered.
“Not even for the better?” he asked again.
I looked him in the eyes –
Knowing that there is nobody in this lifetime who knows me the way he does.
I shook my head and sadly said.
“I want him to change for whatever and whoever he wants himself to be – because he wants to –“
Silence.
“But never because of me,” I whispered.
The need to change must come from within.
Cy05.12.06