Circles

Sometimes we run around in circles to be back where we all started.. or maybe a few half circles before the final one..

how i knew it was the final one? I just couldnt stop running back..

Its not that the others didnt matter, they just didnt matter enough..

Perhaps thats the way it should be.. leaving and realising you cant live without someone and them realising the same..

Or I just got lucky. Lucky that love found us twice..