Everyday passes by with my mind filled with him, thinking about what is he doing, is he fine, is he taking good care of himself, does he miss me too...
It pains me to think that while my heart and thoughts are full of him, his heart and mind is with another. Yet, even thinking it this way does not stop me from missing him at all.
I am just like a drug addict, and he is my drug. I've been addicted for 8 long years, and to kick it is not easy. Very difficult in fact.
Everyone has been telling me that this is exactly the problem with me. I had built my world around him, and love him more than loving myself. A person has to know how to love herself first before she can even talk about loving others. This kind of love is not healthy.
Yes, i gotta love myself more. I gotta occupy my life and my mind with other things. I gotta tie up my hands and legs to kick that drug, no matter how tough it is gonna be.
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