I don’t think I had intense feelings for you, ever. But I grew attached to you. And the hot-and-cold cycle made my brain an addict. And I thought I saw someone who could be a life partner in you. It was a shit-storm. A perfect one.

This, despite telling myself that…

I don’t know you.

I don’t really know you.

And that we have met just the 3 times. Calm down. Slow down. This means nothing.

This will be easy. Recovery will be easy. No, no sarcasm here.