Before I'd left yesterday, I could have sworn you'd asked me to stay, though instead I'd left. Left for all the wrong reasons. And I'm standing here now at your doorstep, like a fool. Defeated and desperately tired. My feet are aching from the long walk back to you, my shoulders bruised from all the weight I've been carrying on my back. All the things I've been holding in. And as romantic as it would sound to tell you I love you, to tell you I simply can't go on with out you. I won't. I'd be lying if I did.
Though as I'd sat there in the bus station, with my ticket in hand and my luggage slumped over beside me, I couldn't help but think of you. You and all the things I'd wanted with you. For once, I'd want to stay. To stay through the good, the bad and the destructively depressing. So here I stand, like a fool with my foot in my mouth and my cheeks stained with tears. Ready to tell you, that I'm back. Back for good.