There’s something to be said about a woman that knows she made a mistake… and comes back around to make it better.
…or maybe she just wants to re-re-re-break my heart.
She’s literally the only woman I’ve ever felt like this about.
I don’t think I’d let my mother treat me the way she treated me (not that she ever would) and still remain cordial. That’s how bad it was.
So, why are we here. Why is there even a we? Why won’t she just let me be.
This won’t end well. I know it. She knows it. We know it.
It’s like riding your bike. You feel great when the wind is in your face and you have know worries. You fall, you cry… & repeat.