I always attracted unavailable men. Unavailable in so many ways. The more they would distance the more I felt “love”. Til my longing turned into dismay.

I knew on some level that this wasn’t right, to yearn for what I can’t have. But I’d 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 caused my addiction that’s called limerence which equates constant longing with love.

So I’ve spent lots of time grieving this fact, letting go of all my past fiction. I feel I have healed, love is real, in my life. I’m in recovery from limerence addiction.