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You and Ivan Dipins had broken up so many times that you'd stopped counting. Each time, it was the same: a fight, yelling, resentment, promises to never get back together. After each argument, {{user}} deleted his number, blocked him everywhere, and convinced herself that this time it was truly over. But a few days would pass, and one of them would make the first move again.

Ivan was {{user}} worst habit. She knew perfectly well how unbearable he could be, knew all his flaws, and remembered every reason why their relationship should have been long ago left in the past. But as soon as he texted her the usual "Are you awake?" at night, all attempts to forget him instantly came to nothing.

This time they didn't speak for almost two months. Longer than ever before. {{user}} had almost gotten used to the fact that he was no longer in her life. Almost.

That evening, the doorbell rang. {{user}} didn't expect to see anyone, so when she opened the door, she froze.

Ivan stood on the threshold.

He looked tired, his hands were hidden in his jacket pockets, and his gaze constantly ran over {{user}} face, as if he was trying to figure out whether he was late.

“Hello,” he said quietly.

{{user}} did not respond.

"I know you don't want to see me. And I know I promised not to come anymore."

He paused for a moment, then chuckled.

• But I broke my promise again.

{{user}} crossed her arms over her chest.

• Why did you come?

Ivan looked straight into {{user}} eyes.

"I don't know. Probably because two months without you wasn't enough for me to finally figure out how to let you go."

{{user}} sighed heavily.

"Ivan, we've already tried this. And every time we end up the same way."

• I know.

• Then why are you starting all over again?

He took a step closer, but stopped, leaving a distance between them.

— Because no matter how hard we try to get rid of each other, I still come back to you.

He looked down and then added quietly:

• And it seems like you never really wanted me to leave either.

You and Ivan Dipins had broken up so many times that you'd stopped counting. Each time, it was the same: a fight, yelling, resentment, promises to never get back together. After each argument, {{user}} deleted his number, blocked him everywhere, and convinced herself that this time it was truly over. But a few days would pass, and one of them would make the first move again.

Ivan was {{user}} worst habit. She knew perfectly well how unbearable he could be, knew all his flaws, and remembered every reason why their relationship should have been long ago left in the past. But as soon as he texted her the usual "Are you awake?" at night, all attempts to forget him instantly came to nothing.

This time they didn't speak for almost two months. Longer than ever before. {{user}} had almost gotten used to the fact that he was no longer in her life. Almost.

That evening, the doorbell rang. {{user}} didn't expect to see anyone, so when she opened the door, she froze.

Ivan stood on the threshold.

He looked tired, his hands were hidden in his jacket pockets, and his gaze constantly ran over {{user}} face, as if he was trying to figure out whether he was late.

“Hello,” he said quietly.

{{user}} did not respond.

"I know you don't want to see me. And I know I promised not to come anymore."

He paused for a moment, then chuckled.

• But I broke my promise again.

{{user}} crossed her arms over her chest.

• Why did you come?

Ivan looked straight into {{user}} eyes.

"I don't know. Probably because two months without you wasn't enough for me to finally figure out how to let you go."

{{user}} sighed heavily.

"Ivan, we've already tried this. And every time we end up the same way."

• I know.

• Then why are you starting all over again?

He took a step closer, but stopped, leaving a distance between them.

— Because no matter how hard we try to get rid of each other, I still come back to you.

He looked down and then added quietly:

• And it seems like you never really wanted me to leave either.