Don't Look Too Closely

He was up until the wee hours of the morning again, thinking about everything that had gone wrong, and why everything had gone wrong.

When he had first met her he wasn't exactly smitten but he had been drawn to her by various aspects of her personality that, for lack of a better descriptive, were quirky,

The bold way she snuck visual sexual innuendos onto her desk at work, the ridiculous way she kept her hair, the fact that she rarely wore underwear, and even her crooked smile.

But all the attraction those things had for him had begun to fade.

What he hated most, however, was how she had grown tired of him, how everything she once found exciting about him now began to bore her, and how she had begun to be repulsed by what she initially thought was oddly attractive.

Lately he felt as if he had been put under a microscope, which was a feeling aggravated by the fact that it distracted him from all the closer scrutiny he had been placing her under.

None of which answered all the "why" questions he had but he was certain it was a big part of it.