They always fucking come back.
Whether it takes a month or a year, you’ll get that inevitable text message or voicemail asking to take you out to dinner or to get together for coffee. You’ll go without question - what do you have to lose, after all?
You’d grown accustomed to his absence in your life and you’ve started to accept it. You’ve dated other people, and you know that he has too, and you know that he can see how happy you are with your life through Facebook and Instagram.
While you sit in awkward silence, waiting for him to explain why he even wanted to see you, he smiles and says the words that you’d hoped for when you first broke up.
“I miss you. I think that I want to try again.”
There’s a part of you that knew it was coming. It’s happened so many times before, after all, but you were hoping that maybe he was the guy who was going to accept that things were over and that you had moved on.
They never get it though, do they? “You’re the one that got away” becomes the refrain of every single guy who broke your heart, and they think that you’ll be the one to come crawling back, to beg for him to reconsider.
He was the one who broke up with you when you though. The one who shattered things when you were thinking that the relationship might be something. Hell, you had been thinking that maybe he was The One. Until he broke up with you and left you alone to reassemble your broken heart and hope that you’ll find someone else you click with.
You’re resilient as hell though, and you can always move on once you’ve cleaned up the battlefields in your heart.
This happens over and over again. Every relationship, you think that this guy could be the one to take you off the market for good and then, for some completely petty reason, he ends things and you’re left to pick up the pieces of your life.
And then he comes back, because they’ll always fucking come back and you’ll let them down easier than they had let you down.