That nature moves in steady rhythms and cycles is one of the most fundamental realities of our universe.
I never meant to hurt you.
When you told me you loved me.
When I didn't say it back,
When it happened again.
"Fool me once," you said, "fool me once."

And I am still waiting for you to come back again.
I am still waiting for you to come crawling back with familiar stories of superiority hiding in the pockets of your ripped jeans- I mean- how often do you see leaves fall while they're still green?

For us it happens every season. The reason you keep coming back is not out of love therefore how can you be surprised when I fool you twice, three times, four times, is this what love looks like? Five, six, seven, the heavens do not feel bad for you anymore. God may be forgiving but I am not and you hurt me just as much as I hurt you, I-
I did love you.