What am I walking into?

“Maybe there’s a sane, mellow guy you haven’t noticed.” Are you sane? It’s hard to believe you put up with so much abuse and came out okay on the other side. I’m walking to class and wondering if you’ll message me back.

Haven’t we done this before?

Your scent gives me a visceral reaction. This man hurt you. But that was 10 years ago. You walk into my place, I apologize for the mess. You say it feels homey. Why does a pig sty feel like home to you? Or is it just me?

What am I walking into?