➸ ❝I don't know about that. There are times when you meet someone and from the first minute, the first exchange of words, the first glance into their eyes, you feel as if you've waited for them your entire life. This goes for all types of relationships, by the way. For example, I met one of my bestest friends when she accidentally ran me over with her bike.❞ Chucking at the memory, he raised his hand to his forhead, feeling the thin, pale scar hiding under his brown hair. ❝It wasn't until the nurse in the ER was stitching me up that I realised we were talking about things in our life as if we were friends since childhood.❞ Throwing one look out of the window of the coffee shop, he raised one eyebrow when he noticed the sun setting in the distance. He could've sworn it was still pretty early in the day. He also could've sworn there were more people when he started cleaning the tables, only to notice that the only people in the place were himself and the girl he started talking to on a whim. Grabbing the broom from behind the bar, he started sweeping the floors, deciding not to pry into why she suddenly stopped in the middle of a sentence. They weren't friends. Hell, he didn't even know her name. He wasn't entitled to her private life. ❝I can agree with that, however. Sometimes months pass and you're still hung over someone that may have forgotten you even existed. Sometimes you cling onto someone or something for dear life, even if you feel a bitter taste in your mouth everytime you think about what happened. ❞ Stopping mid-sweep, he looked outside the window once more, taking in the red and orange hues of the sunset. ❝We, humans, are very weird. Sometimes it's like we crave pain. We give second, third, fourth chances and return to people that we know are going to do nothing but hurt us, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, they changed, even when we know they didn't.❞
