I let it go. Moved on. And suddenly you came back to me so naturally. I don’t understand this feeling anymore. Is it hate, love, lust? I don’t know. My mind can’t wrap around the thought of you coming back, and I know it’s too good to be true. Where is this even going? We keep running around in circles or as if we were on a carousel that never stops. The carousel stops when you want it to, but mine keeps going around to the same song. Why is it so hard to let go of something that made you so unhappy? I guess it’s the memories and the history beneath it all. The pictures and the words being exchanged. I’m still riding this carousel as if it were my favourite ride at the amusement park, maybe that’s my reason. The problem is, I don’t want to try the other rides. My attachment can’t seem to be unbroken and fear starts to overwhelm me. I’m so afraid to move on, but I am trying. As these thoughts run through my head, the carousel keeps going. Will it ever stop? I think it’s time I stopped it.