in a hundred words.

“Why is it that sometimes, people keep making the same mistakes when they should have learned from them?” she sighed, tracing circles in the sand.

I looked at her, perplexed. She was in a morose mood ever since we took a walk earlier this evening and ended up at the beach.  “What do you mean?” I asked, hoping to get some answers.

She smiled sadly but seemed to glow under the moonlight. “You’d think, after all this time, I would have finally learned not to give my heart away so easily. Yet I keep falling for you. Every. Single. Time.”