Fiction, Love

Habits

She knew he wasn’t good for her. They’d been there and done that more than once. Yet, habit was a strange creature that kept her wishing for something that could never be. It had seemed a good idea to continue things from where they’d ended but it wasn’t easy. The years between their past and present had changed too much.

“It would be so much easier than building a relationship from scratch,” she lamented.


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