As you sat opposite me during dinner, I kept looking at you. A part of me felt normal. A bigger part of me felt that it was not possible for us to be friends. I don't know if we were friends from the start. Perhaps I was so smitten by you. When I reflect on the friendships that I have and I compare that with what I have with you, it is worlds apart. I thought I could be friends with you but having dinner with you that day just re-inforced the conclusion that that can never happen. It is amazing though that a dear friend had told me this much earlier on, during the very very early days of recovery. When I'd shared with her about my conclusion, she'd reminded me that she'd already told me that from the beginning but I'd refused to believe her.
Why did I get so emotionally involved with you? How did it happen?
Sometimes I feel that I've been used.
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