The devil love from time to time

He knew that every woman he knew had been betrayed by him! His story with each one of them could easily be turned into an exciting film. He knew he had been generous with every woman who crossed his path. He marveled at the women who insisted on remembering the painful moments and forgetting the happy times they had with him. He was certain that everything fades and dies with time. Nothing stays the same, no matter how vigorous it is. He remained convinced that women are like roses in the beauty of their shapes, the joy of their colors, and the speed with which they wither. And that they are like bottles of perfume, no matter how expensive or distinctive their scent, their contents must one day run out. He was acutely aware that every woman he encountered played a part in his perceived betrayals. His interactions with each of them could easily be transformed into an enthralling film. He sincerely believed that he was generous with every woman who crossed his path. He couldn't help but wonder about the women who seemed fixed on recalling painful moments while overlooking the happy times they had shared with him. His conviction remained unshaken: everything ultimately fades and succumbs to the passage of time. No matter how intense a moment may have been, it inevitably undergoes change. He steadfastly believed that women resembled roses, both in the allure of their forms and the vibrancy of their colors, but also in the speed of their withering. Like the contents of perfume bottles, no matter how high their value may rise or how exquisite their scents, they are destined to deplete one day.