365.

Hey it's been a year since we started talking with each other. Exactly a year.

I usually wouldn't let someone screw with me for a year, but you managed to always come back in the most inconvenient times. The blame's on me though, I keep on letting you come back.. even when knowing you're not worth it.

But I always believe people are just like phases, 

they'll come and they'll go.

Some stayed longer than the other,

Some just passing by.

Everything still feel very abstract to me.

How most nights I know that I've never loved you

but I know I couldn't hate you for what you've done either.

How most nights I forget for a while that you exist,

and how on the other nights I really miss how your arms felt when you hugged me.

Or the evenings we spent just talking and laughing in my room.

But then again, people are phases.

And I'll make sure you're going away.