I'm not cured. I don't think you get cured from something you've been doing since you were fifteen and a boy in a band sweater told you you were "different."
That was the second hit. Better than the first, because I'd almost lost it. love junkie free read
I'm not there yet.
The third month, something shifted. I woke up one morning and the first thought wasn't who could love me? It was what do I want for breakfast? I'm not cured
So I did. I over-texted. I showed up at his work with his favorite sandwich. I laughed too loud at his half-hearted jokes. And when he finally looked at me again — really looked — the relief was so sharp it hurt. love junkie free read