It’s Like

Thinking of you is like that point in a hangover when you feel dizzy and cold and your body shakes so hard you swear you’re going to die. Crying over you is the moment of release and relief when you finally throw up all of last night’s booze. Promising to never love you again is the equivalent of promising to never having another sip of alcohol for as long as you live. It’s a lie, all of it.

And for as long as you are in my past, I will never be okay.