A sensitive time.

It can be difficult, or time consuming, or nerve-racking having to start over again. We revert back to the same old person, because, we know them well, we know their flaws, we know what makes them happy or sad, and what their favorite shirt is, or what song makes them feel safe. They know know us too, our insecurities, the line of freckles on our thigh no one knows about, the way we laugh high pitched when we're uncomfortable, or the way we love when they tuck our hair behind our ears. It's easier to go back to what we know, or who we loved, it feels safe, even though it's really the opposite. We try to hide the fact that we know we'll end up hurting in the long run. Sometimes, we don't care, we would rather try to be with someone we know we shouldn't, and get hurt, rather than being alone, or starting over. All I know is that I'm in no rush to be someone's sweetheart.