The morning after the morning after
Yesterday there was snow, but I was feeling alright. We always(only) worked during winter, I guess. With a lack of sun and green we fed off each other. I fed your ego and I stuffed myself with half-truths/lies.
It made me realize how nothing has changed in eleven months. It's a different house, but it looks and feels the same. You look and feel the same, too.
The cold wind, the freezing rain and your final words hit at the same time. Your nonchalant ways, which is what draws me to you in the first place, leave me just as confused as I was way back when. At the same time, I left feeling curious. (You always said I was so curious, anyway)
I thought it would be weird to see you again. I didn't know if it would be awkward, or if we would find some way to avoid each other. But we didn't. We picked up right where we left off. Like nothing had happened. It was all so easy. Too easy.
Today is different. After a stern talking to last night that only came from a good place, I am seeing things differently now. It was the same, and that's why I am curious, and that's why it was so easy to fall back in. But, it's the same and if I continue down this road again nothing will be different. And you might be the same, but I think I have changed. Calling you would only be a(several) step(s) back.
So, why do I know I am still going to call you, anyway?
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