We fall in and out of old habits, naturally. Life is silly, humans are stupid, and love is blind. When we are together the world is imperfectly perfect, when we are apart, we fall apart. We can never be, and yet for little touches of time things manage to line up perfectly. Moments of beauty in what will be a friendship of pain.
One day this will all fall apart, and I know I innately wait for this chapter of my life to close. But I am in no rush, for saying hello to a new chapter is just another game of chance.