Come Back

Why do certain people come back into our lives? Is it because we didn't learn our lesson last time or is it because they were never meant to leave in the first place. People have come and gone, as well as distance and time have spaced us apart. 

You have seemed to always come back, not in a bad way, more like the seasons. When winter comes to an end you feel that spring breeze and remember what was. With you it's effortless, I don't have to try and pretend I have grown as a person, or matured and aged like a fine wine. Instead, you accept me and make me feel like I am exactly where I need to be. 

I didn't realize I missed this companionship. I didn't think it would be you, I was hoping for another. Yet, again you surprise me. We pushed each other away, saying that our time has come to an end, like a candle being blown out, all you have to do is reignite the wick and the warmth and smell come back. It's second nature now, I don't know if I should allow myself to play pretend. That's what this is, pretend. We were always good at that because in the end no one got hurt. We just smile and recall the good times we shared. No hard feelings. 

You are one of the good ones, or at least I think you are. You aren't like him, the one who was only meant to be a lesson. That lesson repeated itself one too many times. Do I miss him, I miss the security and weightless promises he kept. 

With you, I can see myself grow, because for some reason you sense that I am more than the girl you once knew. You have overlooked my facade, you have seen past my layers. You keep quiet, but I know you see more. You don't run, you don't govern me. 

So for now, I won't push or pull. Instead, I'll listen.