We crave ‘romance’ like we crave junk food. Neither do us any good. And we know it. But we want someone to ‘love’ us, like we want to gorge on junk food when we have shitty willpower. We want someone to say, “I’ll be waiting for your call, worried about you.”

Gosh! Just writing this makes me feel like spiders are crawling all over my back.

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