I heard from him today.
He admitted he was wrong. That I’m wonderful. That he misses me. Words that I waited for months to hear. Words I finally found peace with never hearing.
Now that I am moving past him, he’s back.
Why do people leave if they won’t stay away?
If you want to go, you should go. I don’t want you to stay, no matter how much it hurts.
But don’t come back and expect me to fall for it again. To trust you not to break me.