It’s almost like I love how you put me through so much fucking pain.
After all these years of you leaving and coming back nonstop, you would think I’d be smart enough to not go back this last time.
Nope. I still fell for you because I always think “this time is going to be different.”
The next time you come back, I’m probably going to put myself through this same exact shit.
But in a way, it’s okay for me to go through this because, just for the time being, I get to call you mine and tell you that I love you again, and it makes breathing 100xs better and just living every second of every day better.
It sounds bad to be thinking this way, but to love someone else is completely insane. I’ve tried to love, and I’ve never been able to truly say it the way I’m able to say it to you. I’ve tried to open my heart and mind to others, but it just never feels right. It sucks because if I can, I would. But I can’t.