Will this story ever really end?
Almost a month of cleansing myself of you, moving on from you, not thinking about you, not talking to you, pushing you away and out of my life...
...then Saturday morning I woke up with your arms around me.
How did we end up back there? After all of our back and forth, I really thought we were done, over, never again.
(Don't overthink. Don't overanalyze. Just go with the flow.)