Here you are again. The person who wanted to break up. You say you missed me so easily. I... I never once thought of it lightly. Pretending to be okay, pretending nothing was wrong— every single day was a war. Just as I was getting used to your absence like a habit, why now? I should be cold to you, so why do my eyes keep following you? Why do those words keep ringing in my ears? The words 'I want to hold onto you' rose to my throat, but they never came out. Because that's just who I am. Because saying it won't change anything. So... I'm just letting you go like this again. Even if I can't forget. Even if I'm never forgotten.

Looking at you in disbelief You're the one who wanted to break up, so why do you keep coming back?