What am I getting myself into?
I know better, and yet I still want to be with him. Even though I know it won’t be the same, my heart doesn’t thud like it used to when he talks to me. It’s a sad sound not to hear. But when he talked to me, I was a bit excited, and my eyes had a certin light to them, like a little flame inside is beginning to re-kindle.
That stupid boomarang.
I tried to throw him away,
and he just came right back.