It’s incredible, the repetitive outcome of cycles.
We unfriended and befriended and unfriended again.
I swore to myself that this time it was not to happen again.
That I wouldn’t invade you again. I wouldn’t distract you again.
I wouldn’t dare approach you again.
I wouldn’t dare want a small and very specific part of your beautiful mind all to myself.
I wouldn’t dare to own this part, this little part.
I wouldn’t make you avoid me like a plague again.
And there you go again. And here I am again.