My name is Lasrry and I'm an addict. Unfortunately I'm not addicted to anything like cocaine or heroin. My addiction has no support group, no Narcotics Anonymous or Alcoholics Anonymous for me. Usually when I tell people my addiction they just laugh and roll it off, but to me it's a problem, a serious problem. Quite honestly it pisses me off when people dismiss it as minor. I've spent nights in tears thinking about my next fix, dreaming about it, yearning for it. Unlike other junkies I can't buy or steal my addiction, it must be freely given.

My addiction is love. I spend so much time thinking about Her, the one that got away, the one I still pine for. Just the thought of Her in my arms makes my head spin and my heart race.Sometimes at night I dream of Her, of kissing Her, of just beign with Her and I wake up drained and broken because I'm still alone. My "friends" call me a loser because I can't get over Her. Truthfully I don't want to, no I can't get over Her. She's with someone else but still I wait, hoping and praying that one day she'll be mine again. Either that or I'll drive myself insane. I know which I'd prefer, to have her in my arms again, to taste her lips again would be heaven and it may happen again. Don't tell me to go to hell because it's a minor problem, I'm already there.