"What is it about him?" She asked. I shrugged. "Is it the way he picks you up and drops you like a rag doll?..." She pauses. "...is it the way he treats you like shit and still thinks its okay?". I shake my head softly, frowning at her. "It's the way he makes me feel safe, yet not crowded. Comfortable, we know each other like the back of our hands." I sighed. "It's the way he can draw me in so easily every. Single. Time." I look at her soft expression. I exhaled deeply. "It's the way it is. We always find our way back to each other, though never for long."
