Bad Habit

I always saw you around, and I made it a goal to meet you. There was an instant attraction,

but you cant always act on your senses alone. Then, fate kicked in and I "met" you.

You had a task, and yet you kept me around somehow. Ever since

that one encounter you have become a constant in my life. When you disappeared for a few

days, it made me realize how much I was used to you.

Thats just it, Im used to you.

I've become so comfortable, that it scares me to realize how I voluntarily let you in my world.

And now you've become a bad habit of mine, one I don't know how to get rid of.