“You’re telling me that this all-consuming need you have for someone’s full attention and…” He drifts off while he glances down at his stack of notes from Sarah. “Obsession. The need for someone else’s obsession doesn’t cause you harm? What about all the heartbreak you’ve experienced? All of the anxiety and depression? The constant fear you live in that you will never get that kind of love? What about that? Is that not a form of self-harm?” “You guys never get it,” I say sadly. Because they don’t. No one ever fucking gets it.
