It was a peaceful night.
No thoughts 'bout anyone.
Just random scrollin' on my phone, while stars are up and people are in wonderland.
Then there's a pop.
A pop from messenger.
My heart was pounding, my thoughts were querying.
What? What do you need now?
Why? Why does it have to be right now?
"How are you?"
You asked.
What a lame question, I thought..
"I was doing fine without you..." Erase. Erase.
"What do you need, now that i'm okay?.." Erase. Erase.
"Why do you keep on coming back? What do you take me for?.." Erase. Erase.
"Fine, Why?" Sent.
Maybe.. maybe I was an idiot.. maybe I was born to be in this level of still letting someone in even if I was always being left by him.
Maybe I was a fool, for still letting him to come back at me.
Or maybe it was me, who still find that comfort in the arms of the man who keeps on leaving.