I thought I was free from this burden. But I guess these things take time to get away from.
Then here you are, asking to come back.
A part of me wants you to get out for good.
Then another part of me wants you to stay.
But the part where I want you to stay is the part when things were happy, not what you are now.
Things changed because you got off track. But even you get back on, will we still be on the same train?
Or will I be wanting to get off that train?
I really don't know what I want right now.
I don't know where to go from here.