I always went after unavailable men. Unavailable in so many ways.

The more they would distance the more I would love them. Til my longing turned into dismay.

I knew on some level that this also was crazy, to yearn for I can’t have.

But I would get that familiar adrenaline rush to long for what I never had.

It started with longing for love from my parents with no idea what real love really was.

This created addiction that’s been named limerence which equates constant longing with love.

So I’ve spent lots of time grieving this fact and letting go of all my past fiction.

I feel I have healed, love is real, at this point. I’ve moved past my limerence addiction.