You tell me how much you love me and want to spend the rest of your life with me, but then your conscience creeps up on you and you run as fast as you can in the other direction.

You sprint back, promising it will be all it was before and more, better than before, because you know what you want now and you’ll never leave me again.

I give you another chance, we have a great weekend, and then things spiral downward until the cycle repeats…because we’re trapped in it.

This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: Write 3 lines about a pattern you’ve noticed – in yourself, in someone else, or in an environment or circumstance you’ve been privy to.