I always wonder, what is it about you that I liked so much that I keep running back to you. You are a drug, ever so addictive and the after effects of withdrawal is always bad.
Is it that twinkle in your eyes, or that lips that I want to kiss? Maybe it’s your hands that caress and that calming aura when I am with you? I am not very sure.
Maybe it could be that scent I longed for, or the hug I yearn for? But definitely the easiness I have with you, and the quiet presence from you that trigger my every senses.
You are definitely bad news, one way or another.