Bad habits

Vices? I don’t drink or smoke. I have no compulsion to scratch awkward places in public or drink from the milk carton. I however do have a terrible habit of falling in love with anyone who shows me the slightest kindness. I not only become completely besotted with this individual, but I take this idea of them, that I created, and fold my heart around it. I draw them so deeply into my being, that when they no longer wish to be there, I physically ache as they fight to break free from my soul. Once I’ve lost them I’m left with the kind of hollowness that sucks your throat into your stomach, and at the same time feels like your stomach has dropped away.

Then the mention of their name, or a glimpse of anyone with even a passing resemblance, stops my heart from beating, stop my lungs from breathing, and stops my mind from processing anything outside the painful desire to through myself into their arms or erupt into steaming hot tears of hurt and longing.