Not again

Well. I suppose I never learn, do I?

It is crazy. Finding myself in almost the same situation I have fought so hard to leave more than 3 years ago. And to be writing about it again. Now, when nothing has really happened. Yet.

How many times would I have to be in this kind of story before I start seeing the scenes that foreshadow one another?

I would like to think that this is different. That it would turn out to be different. It has to be, because I would not know how to get out of this one anymore. Crud, I do not even know how much of my once broken heart has been healed. Hence, risking it out like that again would be suicidal.

Oh well. I may be doing a bit of over-thinking. Nothing has happened. And fine, maybe it is because I have not yet allowed anything yet, not even a word to be said about this. I still enjoy the kind of company we make for each other. But right now, it's just that. Nothing more.

I just have to get this out or it would ruin everything.

Halt

I'm dead tired.

They say I cannot go on like this or my body might walk out on me, never to return again.

I don't want that to happen. But I have to keep on going despite of the exhaustion.

Some days, I wish things would be just as easy as saying I don't want to anymore and then they'd all stop.