The Cruelty of “I Knew You’d Come Back”

He played me like a fiddle

Judith Victoria
6 min readSep 2, 2022

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He didn’t answer, so I repeated my question. A quick smile flashed over his face.

“Honestly? I wasn’t even that worried because I knew you’d come back. You always have. I go too far, you leave, and after a lot of hard work from me, you come back.”

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Judith Victoria

Essays on life, love, and other lousy stuff. Otherworldly flash fiction & romantic short stories. Failing forward. Perpetually amazed.