Past Addiction

"I’m addicted to my own heartache. Sometimes I think it’s the only thing that I have that keeps me alive, that keeps me going, that once stemmed from a love so unbelievable, I have to keep believing. And I can’t stop chasing, chasing this ghost of the good thing we had, and I try to wrap my arms around it, hold tight, but it keeps slipping away, escaping, fading like the memories of us have been for years now. So I stare at our old photos with their creased corners that showed proof of what we once were, how happy we used to be, and how happy we could have been, again. But we’ll never know, will we? One day I’ll have to stop and realize it’s just never going to happen."