My Addiction

I can hardly remember,
hardly remember the last time I was happy without you around.
I can't remember the last time I was not depressed.
I suppose,
I have always been this way.
But since you came to me,
it has gotten worse.
I am now,
not only in a depression,
but addicted.
Not to tobacco,
or alcohol.
But something much more potent.
Something that,
no matter how hard I try,
I may never get over.
I am addicted to you.
I'm addicted to your touch,
to your voice,
your body,
your very existence.
When you are gone,
I go through withdrawals.
The kind where it is hard to Breath,
hard to speak,
hard to do much of anything.
They seem to drag out forever,
until I am able to be with you
once again;
to fuel my addiction,
once again.

~A Hopeful Heart~
- I Love you Amanda!

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