Even though you’re the one who screws up every single time, I want you back. And I know that you’re no good for me or whatever you want to say. But I really don’t care. You know me better than I know myself. You know my likes and dislikes and stuff that no one would ever know because I don’t even know them myself. But you cheat, you leave, and then come back thinking everything will be okay as “friends.” And we all know that you’re the worst thing for me. But we also all know that if and when you come back asking for another chance, I’d say yes in a heartbeat and I’ll be willing to get hurt and go through the cycle all over again. And sadly, I’m okay with that.