every fibre of my being wants to shout out to the universe how much I still love you. It's so unfair. We broke up in 2017. How is it that 5 years later I still crave your hand, your attention, your soul?

The fact that you've returned to my life, in a manner which I had been in a life-or-death situation yet again, is such a slap to my stubbornness of letting you go. 

I need to move on. I want to move on.

So why cant I?

Is the universe trying to tell me not to run, or is this a reverse psychology tactic to get me to double down on my self preservation?

I hate this. I hate you. But oh my god,

I still love you.

Even after all this time.

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