Deja Vu

This night was the same as the other nights. Yet different.

Different because, I remember there was chasing. Chasing down the street. Him, chasing after me. What a difference that was.
If it wasn't so fucking comical, it would have felt empowering. Yet it wasn't. It was sad.

"You're not attracted to me. You don't love me." I had said it all before.
And yet again.

"I do love you. I am attracted to you." He said it. I heard it. I'll never stop hearing it.

"So then what?"

I stared at him. Waiting for more. Wishing there was more.

"I. Don't. Know."

Fuck. You.

I got on the subway without looking back. I was afraid to know what it was that would be looking back at me.