Men come back. That’s why it happens. That’s their nature: to achieve love, lose interest, leave, and then come back. And they want to come back when you’re not interested in them when life is in order and you’ve met a new love. And then he calls you or meets you on the street by chance and asks to meet.
And I want to agree. Because it’s spring or autumn memories come. Once he was that one for you, the one and only. But you broke up, perhaps on your initiative, but with the hope that he would try to come back.
However, time passes, and there are no attempts to stop the breakup. And you scold yourself for stupidity, but pride does not allow you to come yourself. And there is nowhere to come anymore. You saw him with another. They were good together; they kissed and held hands. He hugged her, as he once did you, with the hand of an owner, and you remember how nice it was to be in these embraces. To understand that he does not want to let you go for a minute. Memories.
Or maybe he took the decisive step, and you were not ready for it at all. It just all happened so unexpectedly. He had been trying to get you for a long time, following you around, and when you took a step towards him, he was immensely happy. Everything was very good, even wonderful. But one day he said that your relationship had become insipid and that he was getting tired of it. Naturally, you start blaming yourself for the breakup. Looking for reasons and even finding them.
It seems to you that you have become less attentive to yourself or have become a homebody, or maybe you have never learned how to cook your favorite borscht. Then you suffer for a long time; worry. Everything falls out of your hands; you don’t want to work, and what’s more, you don’t even want to live. And you begin to exist. Sometimes, you even call him and remain silent on the phone. And then you meet him.
Of course, he looks great, he tells something, and he laughs. And it gets even worse from the sight of him. Because you are angry at yourself. Angry for worrying, for not being able to live normally, and for constantly thinking about him.
He’s doing just fine without you. He’s pursuing another woman; maybe she’s already the third or fourth since you broke up. You’re angry, and at that moment you want to show that you’re also fine, that you’re also living. At night, you replay the moment of your next meeting for the thousandth time.
Sometimes you’re at a party surrounded by admirers, sometimes at a resort with girlfriends, and sometimes you’re marrying a handsome millionaire. At night, you regret that your dreams don’t come true.
And so time passes. All the bad is forgotten; you no longer want to take revenge or be better than you are. Work begins to bring joy, and happy friends no longer irritate you. And flirting… You no longer understand how you managed without it before. Both when you were with him and after you broke up.
It turns out that you are not unhappy at all; you are just free. Besides, men make it clear that they are interested in you, that you are not some kind of cripple but a normal, beautiful woman.
And then a man appears. He is not handsome and not even a millionaire. Or maybe both. He smiles at you and compliments you. You are pleased, and your heart begins to beat fast. Wings appear behind your back again. You are in love and shy to look him in the eyes, although you are no longer a girl. The first kiss, the first night. You are happy, and he proposes to you, or maybe you are just happy together.
You forgot about your past love. Well, not completely forgotten, just pleasant memories; you are happy.
And then he appears. It doesn’t matter how.
Did you meet him by chance, or did he dial your phone number himself? He asks to meet, says that he realized what a stupid thing he did, and puts you in front of a choice. To meet, to plunge into the pool again, or to refuse? In the evening, you look at the sleeping man, the one who managed to give you happiness and who doesn’t care what you look like or whether you can cook borscht. You look and think: to meet or not?
You know, I’ve decided everything for myself. There will be no more meetings.
It is not for nothing that folk wisdom says that you cannot step into the same river twice… It is true… I tried… Because they always come back!
Men come back. If he wants, be his friend. True, it will be cruel! After all, there is no worse fate than to see you joyful, not accepting the return. Men always come back, but you can’t step into the same river twice…
