He was right in the end - he's not good for you.

But we all believe in love to the grave, don't we? You believed that sooner or later Prince Charming would rescue you from the abyss. Only the abyss is him.

He's not part of the solution. He's part of the problem.

You didn't even know why you were so angry with him. Why you couldn't just walk away. Obviously you're not right for each other. You want love like in the movies and he wants... what the fuck does he even want?

Every time someone asks if you're taken - you hesitate, stammer, but he - he always says no.

Friends with benefits, flatmates, acquaintances - that's how he labels your relationship.

And yet, no matter how many times you swore to yourself that you'd leave, that you'd end it, you were like a dog that went back to its master. You never really left - he let you go as far as the chain around your neck would allow.

And now you're back in his car in the middle of the motorway at night. The acrid smell of a woman's sickly sweet perfume immediately filled your nostrils. You looked around and noticed another woman's lipstick, a headband...

Seeing your darting gaze, he hummed and started the car

"What? Still not used to it?"

It's time to break this bloody loop