You,
I suspect that you haven't a clue as to what kind of an effect you have on me. I thought this was over and done with, yet somehow you've managed to create an issue all over again. The conversations we have and the diction you choose...what do you expect from me? I've become so vulnerable to you. Something I never wanted and something I never expected. You know that what you want from me is something I can't give and yet you ask for it as if you expect me to give it to you anyway.
It's been almost forever since I've seen you, yet I can still remember the very look in your eyes when I said goodbye.
I'm afraid that I may be persuaded into the very thing I promised myself I wouldn't allow.
This is you.
And I can't fight even if it's not real.
                                                   The one who can't help it.