drug

" i have to stop thinking of you"

sayang,

let us not think too much about uncertain times ahead. we need one another, now more than ever, with our words, and our games, we deteriorate one another. a vicious cycle, i am your drug and you are mine. we both wanted it, yet we both knew all along that it is best if it ends.

but we keep coming back for more, because we are in each other all along.

in the still of night, i took an empty book from my bedside. i wrote, and wrote, and wrote. until the pages are filled. except for two. the empty pages await the culmination of our affair. the resolve is in our hands, and in our trust (or the lack of) for one another.

love is reckless; not reason.
reason seeks a profit.
love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.

rumi