I never use to be an addict, I never smoked excessively or drank heavily, it was always casual relationships. But then I met you, you were like a drug to me, I couldn’t keep away, I wanted you, no, I needed you. You were like an addiction. I couldn’t live without your musky scent in my bedsheets, or the sound of your infectious laugh, or seeing your beautiful features on your perfect face, or feeling your chest pressed against mine as our hearts connected. I became dependent on you, without your presence every second was like torture, I needed my fix. What have you done to me? Is it possible to die from a heartbreak because I cannot live like this anymore.