Repressions...

You again. Why is so easy to me to fall in your arms ? why is so hard to say no? a part of me wants him irretrievably and the other part wants to hate him. Once again, I went back to his house, the one I always said that I would never go back.
I agreed to go because I thought that we were protecting our selves from the tear gas. (yes, at that moment the military were repressing the people who were protesting) I don´t know if I was being affected by the tear gas ´cause i went to his house. finally.