I was waiting for you.
Have a seat, I made some ginger lemon tea.
I know it’s not your favourite, sorry, but let me remind you that you are coming here uninvited, so I will at least decide on our drinks.
No, I have not been thinking about you lately. That’s the reason why I was surprised to see you again. I thought that last time was really our last time.
But I probably did not make myself clear.
You see, words are a complicated matter.
Once you say them, you can’t get them back. They stay around, and in my case, they stay inside my head repeating in a never ending loop. Like all those you used on me.
I’m sure you haven’t forgotten the times you hurt me.
And now I am also realizing you have never really listened to what I was saying.
I told you clearly during our last time: you and I are not good together.
You destroy me. And I allow you to do so.
Therefore, this is a very toxic, a very bad romance.
So why exactly are you here again?
Are you playing with me?
Do you still get pleasure from torturing me?
Are you satisfied now, that you have me in this corner, holding my head in desperation and crying more tears than my eyes can handle?
Drink your bloody tea.
I need to get some sleep.