I don't want you back in my life.

You were a virus, a disease that I managed to overcome. I thought I had gained an immunity to you--but no.

You came back, full force.

You were an earthquake, and when all was still and I wasn't shaking--I felt the aftershock.

Perhaps the cruelest thing you've done was tell me that the eye of the storm was the end of the story, and that everything would be okay when you knew it wouldn't.