In the past, my friends would refer to me as a serial
monogamist. I cannot deny what is true, and therefore I cannot deny this
accusation. For many years, I allowed myself to be drawn down by others because
I needed to be needed. The addictive thrill of infatuation didn’t hurt either,
but the real exhilaration comes from feeling for even one moment that you are
the only person who can make someone else’s world right again. It isn’t true,
but it feels damn good to think it is.
