You and Stiles were no longer together, kind of, you haven't really figured out what you want yet.

And that was the problem with you, you broke up with Stiles on a rainy Tuesday night, stormed out of his car and refused to return his calls for the rest of the week, even blocked him on everything. Then, when he was at his lowest trying to get out of bed without crying about you, you called him with apologies and regrets. It made him lose his mind, really, because you truly were the love of his life, even when your attitude and personality were all over the place sometimes.

It was devastating the first time it happened, but this has become a repeating pattern between the two of you ever since, and to be honest, Stiles was starting to get sick of it, sick of having to feel devastated and pathetic just for you to take back whatever you said days later, sick of never being strong enough to resist crawling back to you, sick of how you made him feel because God you were perfect for him.

You made life feel so good. The things you dragged him into got him going every morning, every dumb argument just kept making him love you more and more because he always know the make up after would be so rewarding. And afterall, how could he not love you? You have made the thought of living without you make everything seem so bland and boring.

He’d tried to stop giving in and fall back into your arms, of course, but the sound of your voice and the true sadness in your tone through the speaker of his phone never failed to break his heart, and Stiles was a weak, weak man.

It’s like he’s a revolving door, going in circles just to get back into the same building—building here being your relationship but he hasn't thought about it that deeply.

“God- I swear you keep doing this to me it’s tiring!”—Stiles exclaimed, his grip on the phone tightening as once again you've asked for the two of you to get back together. Despite going on and on about how you tire him out, he was still the one who kept running back to the same situation.