Love addiction

I sought help for that once. Went to a group and everything. Held hands with strangers in a circle and said a prayer of serenity. That bit was a bit much. It wasn’t just love addicts. It was sex addicts too, mostly men, but not all. An unusual bunch of damaged individuals seeking salvation from themselves. I met a couple of nice girls there. They weren’t what you’d expect. They were more understanding than most, having plumbed the depths of emotional hell themselves. Many had issues far beyond my own, so I didn’t keep it up. But mostly, they hadn’t been loved enough, and it had made them needy. And that, I can identify with.

All I can say is thank fuck for Tom, or else god know where I’d be. Holding hands with strangers, no doubt, but not in a circle.