I really presumed the last time to be the last...

For two months, not a word from you was heard. It suits us just fine. Suits me even better, I guess. I can fly around like a butterfly, from flower to flower, finding the best but almost every time I end up alone. Endlessly drifting to places unknown looking for 'the one'.

At the back of my mind, I know (or anticipating) it was you. But I can't bring myself to admit that at last, I am hooked!

I don't wanna get tied up with someone. Not yet. I don't wanna fall in love. It's too complicated, even for complicated dude! Everytime I let my guards down, I fall apart. I am not good enough for you, not even worth considering. I know you won't ask for it but COMMITMENT is just the most pathetic word ever invented!

Out of nowhere, here you are again. Or here I am, again. You disturbed the pseudo-peaceful existence I worked very hard to build. I was too comfy with this current mindset that I almost felt like it's the real thing.

Far from avoiding the the arrows you're aiming at my heart, I let you be. Who I am to prevent even myself from this (momentary) bliss? I am only human, or I am once again, human.

I can't tell you to be with me forever, it will only drive you away.

I can't tell you to go, I might just get it.

But eventually I will have to let you go.

And you know it.

As much as I do.