That's What Happens in Romantic Movies, Right?

To,

The man who still lives in my bloodstream,

That’s what happens in romantic movies, right?❤

They fall in love. They fall apart. Then the memories haunt them like ghosts — and sometimes, they give in and go back. Today, I think I became one of them.

This morning started off... empty. Nothing major. Just a heavy kind of quiet. I reached the office late, but on time — funny how life works like that. I tried to carry on like nothing was wrong. Laughed a little, worked a little. Then picked up that book I’ve been reading. Thought maybe it would help me escape this restlessness.

But I forgot — he’s you.

The man in the story. The one who holds her like she’s the only thing keeping him alive. The way he thinks of her. Cares for her. The way he simply exists and that’s enough. That was you to me.
And suddenly, I wasn’t reading anymore. I was remembering.
Your hands.
Your voice.
Your quiet, your chaos.
Everything.

My brain, so addicted to your presence, began replaying everything — the sweet, the stupid, the messy. Even the fights I swore I hated. It’s like you’ve taken permanent residence inside my mind.

You know what’s funny?
I always try to leave. Always.
I tell myself I can. I even tell you I can. And then I text you. Call you. Pretend it’s the last time. But we both know better. I barely survive two days without you. This time it was three — and yes, we still talked.

But today, I caved. I sent the text. "Miss you."
And you replied — "Miss you too." That was all it took. I asked to meet. Because what else could I do? I’m not strong when it comes to you. I never have been.

And what makes it worse — what burns — is that I’m supposed to be angry at you.
You hurt me.
You left me cold when I was vulnerable.
You made me regret opening up.
You were supposed to be my safe space — and then you weren't.
But somehow, I still crave the storm that is you.

I’ve lost every inch of myself to this love. My pride. My logic. My peace. And I know — I know — if I see you today, if I breathe the same air as you, I’ll fall all over again. And I’ll forget why I was ever trying to move on.

I don’t want you to be the reason I feel good anymore.
But maybe I do.
Maybe I’m lying to myself.
Because this addiction?
It’s killing me.

So if we meet tonight, and I look at you the way I always do...
Just know that I’m breaking in silence.
But I’d still choose you.
Every. Damn. Time.

Forever a little too yours,
Me❤