Some people

This thing between us,
It seems like it never exists,
But when I see you,
Everything comes back like a flood.
Drowns me,
Takes my breath out of my lungs.

You broke down the walls I've built,
But as time goes by,
I start building them back again,
Brick by brick,
And when you showed up,
It tumbles back to flat ground.

I often ask myself why,
Why you always make me feel safe,
Why my worries seems insignificant whenever you are here,
And I can't seem to know why.

He knows what I like,
He has me in his hands,
He says I am predictable.
But other than him, people says they don't get me.
Then how could he?

Some people,
We just can't forget how they make us feel.