familiarity kills
Familiarity is nice. It's easy, predictable and you'd know how to cater everything when it goes sideways. If anything, you're the guy who's known for being the pro one for knowing all about it. Yet, familiarity also kills. It doesn't kill you the way betrayal does. In which betrayal kills you with a quick stab and leaving the knife behind for you to deal with it. On the other hand, some familiarity kills you in a way you wouldn't even notice it. It wound you like paper cuts. One small cut, then come another, it hurts just 0.1% higher, so you just bear with it. Then a new one came, another 0.1% added, it hurts but your mind tells you, this is okay. There is nothing you should be worried of. Over time, one cut leads to a thousand cuts. This time, it didn't heal as fast as it used to but it happened before the last time, and the one before it, and before that as well. You never know. The familiarity you crave kills you, slowly. You wanted to let it go, but when...