She kept calling my name, or so I wanted to believe, as I walked out the door. But she didn't. She stood, next to the coffee table, hot coffee still in her hand, and stared.

Maya and I had been together for eight years. I know it sounds like a very long time but it really isn't. Atleast not for me. I mean, time flies when you're having fun, right?

Atleast I believed that we were having fun. Maybe Maya wasn't. Come to think of it, I think that that's probably why she was so interested in getting anniversary gifts and remembering birthdays. To me it didn't really matter, why keep count of time when you're actually making time count, or something like that. I'm not very good at proverbs.

Actually, I'm not very good at anything, or so I'm told on almost a daily basis, which I take upon myself to work on, criticism is the way to improve, right?

Maya on the other hand was like an exotic bird. She needed so much love and attention, that it almost felt like if she didn't get everything she wanted, she would shrivel up and die. Well I couldn't let that happen now could I.

Today I wish I didn't give in to all her whims and fancies. I mean don't get me wrong, she could be amazing, but only when she felt I deserved it. Well, I wanted to deserve it. She was worth it wasn't she?

When I look back I do wonder how I fell for her. She was way out of my league, but I guess love is blind, or maybe just plain stupid.

So, when a girl like Maya asked me out, I went. When she asked me what I was getting her for our one month anniversary, I pestered her friends to tell me what to get her. You get the story.

I wanted her, but until today I had not been able to understand why she had wanted me, I mean other than for everything that I did for her.

Dinners, dates, dances, exotic trips, expensive jewellery, engaging all her friends, I guess without realising it I had become her yes-man. And maybe, I could have dealt with it, maybe I could have lived with it, like I had been for eight years, but I guess, thank God for small mercies?

If it wasn't for today, I would have never found out who Maya really was. I'll tell you one thing. She was true to her name.

Maya was everything I'd ever wanted, but also everything that would only keep me wanting for more. Maya was a goddess in need for constant sacrifice. And I would have given her everything, except, my everything just wasn't enough for her. But that didn't stop me did it.

I know I sound petty but tell me what would have been your breaking point?

The fights, long night's spent apologising for things I didn't do, or didn't stop from happening to her. Things that were in no way in my control, yet I bled to control them. Or being blamed and shamed and torn apart till suffering became an everyday game.

Well, today I had nothing left. And maybe, when a man has nothing left to lose, that's when they realise how much they actually lost. Or something like that?