You're slowly coming back to me, and I'm slowly letting you. Is it a mistake? Maybe. But people seldom learn from mistakes that have to do with caring and loving someone. Just when I think I'm so over you, you prove me wrong by coming back into my life and washing me away in the waves of your words. Call me a sucker and a softie of sweet talk, but that's only when it comes from you. Everyone else gets my skepticism and sarcasm. But you are my secret weakness.
What matters is that you're coming back to me. And I'm glad. But be careful, love. Just because you're steering your way back here, and just because you and i both know how i need you, doesnt mean i'm going to let myself be blinded to your stupidity, to your cheating and lies. Love is blind, but I am not.
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