you left… you swore it was the last time and then 6 months later you’re sitting across from someone new who feels exactly like the one you ran from…
different name, same fucking ache..
you call it bad luck.. it isn’t…
you keep choosing what feels familiar because familiar feels safe… even when it hurts… especially when it hurts… your body learned a long time ago that love comes with waiting… with guessing… with earning. So when someone gives it freely, it feels wrong, and when someone makes you chase, it feels like home.
that’s not a flaw in your… that’s a lesson someone taught you before you knew you were being taught..