So here we are again, wrestling the endless game of are we on again or off for good…
Why do we as humans put ourselves in these situations?
And why are we so prone to repeat our own histories?
I can’t focus on my work or pay any attention to this stupid meeting going on right now, because all I can think about is your face. Your damn face and its endless supply of expressions that are so damn hard to read! Why are you so hard to read? I never struggle with people, I can see everything they hide between the lines.
But you.
You are a different story.
I can’t read you. And I hate it.
~A.G
