Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story.
My life's accomplishments? Sanity, and you.
I do not need to love you to prove that I love myself!!
This is intimacy: the trading of stories in the dark.
I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.
Our relationship now thoroughly ruined, with even civility destroyed between us, all I wanted anymore was the door.