Because even the best of things could bring serious damage when you overdose on it.
And I suppose that was always the case with us. You were a good thing and I got addicted, but then my supply got cut off and the sudden drop from the high left me wanting more. The kind of need that kept me restless until I get my fix.
But considering how much of a greedy bitch I am, it is not a surprise that I once again bite off more than I can chew.
Only difference is that this time around, the onslaught of comfort turn into a process of desensitisation.
Perhaps it’s partly due to the clarity that you’ve also given, or maybe it’s just the law of diminishing return. Either way, it’s a dull replica of what I used to get.
It’s comforting, yeah, but not for all the wrong reasons anymore.
Because it’s not a relapse, no, it’s just a mutual exchange of platonic comfort between two friends.
À la mort,
Thank you, though, for the nice recharging session.