being near him now, it’s not sex I’m craving. It’s him. His attention and his anger. I don’t deserve more than that, but I want it anyway. I want him to understand me and become as sick as I am, to understand that maybe we’re matched because we’re both so broken. His brokenness led him to me, and my brokenness helped empower him. We’re matched in pain, but both undeserving of each other.
