Mood:

I had a revelation the other day:

A romantic relationship is like a drug. A mentally, not physically addicting one.

Mellissa had months to go through what was essentially a twelve-step program, putting up walls around her heart. I was there to offer comfort if she needed it during that time, and I was unaware of her pulling away. I’m pretty dense sometimes.

However, I’ve had to go cold turkey. She was already over me when the rug got yanked out.

I need my drug, but can’t have it. I’ve been going through withdrawal, doing anything I can to convince myself that I can retain something, anything of our intimate connection. Now that I’ve realized this I can push past it, like with the other realizations I’ve had.