The other side of addiction should not be relief. Because this road has consumed me for ten years, and when I reach the end, what I see is still the bottomless abyss. How could I, have been trapped for so long?
Sometimes I wonder how I fell in love with him, but before I even start thinking about it, I feel that everything is just natural. I have loved him for ten years. The book says that loving him for a long time becomes a habit. But I know that my love for him is not a habit. It is a necessity for the maintenance and continuation of life, which is equivalent to water. No, maybe it's not the same as water. Life can last nine days without drinking water, but if I don't love him, I will die immediately, and it seems that it doesn't matter whether he has me or not. This unbalanced relationship has doomed my tragedy.