I know. Our relationship is messed up. I show up, start things all hot and heavy… And then BAM. You wake up one day and I’m gone. Then after you get over me, you come home and you find me sitting there with that sad look upon my face (you should have changed that stupid lock, BTW). Then we start all over again and I’m there until the next time I’m not.
I’m not going to promise you I won’t leave again because I can’t lie to you anymore and you wouldn’t believe me anyway. But I promise that I’ll try everything in my power to make sure that I don’t up and disappear again one day. Baby, I’m serious. It’s not you, it’s me. Now come on over here by the fire and let me look at you.
It’s good to be home.
