I’m a liar. I’ve been lying to Leona for several days now. I lie to her when I pretend I’m happy with our arrangement. When I make her believe that a simple s*x adventure is enough for me and that it will have no consequences. I lie to her when she leaves my bed and I pretend it doesn’t bother me one way or the other. Every time she pushes me away, like this morning in the car when I kissed her, I tell myself that I’m a liar and an i***t. An i***t not to confess my feelings to her, an i***t to be satisfied with the crumbs she wants to leave me. And that’s the rub. I realize now that I’ve entered into this non-relationship, I don’t know how to stop it. I can’t do without her and yet I know that it’s slowly killing me.
I never thought I had an addictive personality when the truth is I’ve be
