Here goes a fact – the thing with people like him is that they will always leave one craving for more. Sometimes, it'll become like a circle, trying to come back from him. In my mind, I will still have wanted him to pack his bags, shut the door behind him as he left because everything just felt so fuxking wrong but then again, I might not.
And that is when it will get difficult. I may find myself trying to snap him back but I know I'll be relieved when that streak goes for good. Maybe I'll see an occasional picture of him here & there or ask his friends how he's doing just for the sake of asking (even though I couldn't care less). I might even bump into him on my way to the coffee shop one fine morning and hell, there may even be someone new holding his hand. I will make my way past him in sheer oblivion of the repercussion of my "beg your pardon", as he will turn to look at me. And slowly, it will all come back.
"Don't leave," his voice will speak in my mind. "Stay. Stay for a little longer."
I will try.
I will try so hard.
But I'm glad I won't.
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