I’m always thinking about what I’m missing. Even when I’m happy with what I have.

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

Deep down inside, my heart knew the score. And I know that Haven was wrong. It's not always a case of one loving more than the other. When two people are truly meant to be, they love equally. Differently - but still equal.

But the moment our eyes meet, I'm right back under his spell, a helpless hunk of steel to his irresistible magnet.

And now I'm right back where I started. Sober and miserable.

The fact is, the heart and mind aren't always friendly. And in my case, they're barely speaking.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.