My Modern Relationship

This is really about bad relationships that people keep going back to (Yup. Preposition as an ending. Serious about this.) It's a work in progress

The little sliver of cold

that slips under the comforter

to invade my warmth...is infinitely annoying.

And yet, somehow, this dalliance with discomfort piques my curiosity.

And I dwell upon it--the way it felt, the places it touched, the time it took .

And I realize that maybe it Wasn't as bad as I remember. I remember the good times--the sweet surprises.

I think about it.

And I can't remember why I snapped the covers down so quickly,

cut away that interaction with so much vehemence(strength?)

I know in the back of my mind that I shouldn't but...

Others just don't understand

the good parts

the familiarity...

And then I let it in agai--

AHHHH!

*snap*

I HATE this!

WHY does this keep happening?!