That’s just it, I loved you selfishly. I wasn’t addicted to how you made me feel; I was addicted to how I made you feel. I loved knowing I could turn you on, I loved knowing I made you do things you’ve never done before, making you feel things you’ve never felt before, being the reason you changed, the reason for your smile, I loved being the one who gave your life meaning. when you left it hurt, I felt empty, not because I missed you, but because, you showed me that I didn’t mean a damn thing to you, and every day that you’re gone I crave the satisfaction being the light in your life gave me. It wasn’t the lies or the cheating or all the other shit you put me through that hurt the most, the fact that I couldn’t be what you needed is what broke me.