"You’re a creature of habit."
And I thought of you.
Because there are some things that I always come back to.
Like how I try to sleep on the edge of my bed, but every morning I’ve found my way into that indentation.
Sometimes I look at someone and think, “I could love them.”
But then I think, what if I meet someone who’s better?
And I think of you.
Because when you were here, I didn’t see anyone else.
And if I had you I wouldn’t.
I was once asked if I would wait for you.
I said yes and I don’t know that I’ve said many truer things since.
The problem is, there’s nothing to wait for.
And I know that that’s just as true.
But unfortunately, I’m a creature of habit.
Because the same way that my car always takes me home when I leave work
Is the same way that my mind always comes back to you.