I tried falling in love once. It didn't work out. It was... compulsive. Obsessive. If possible, I wanted to crawl under his skin so that I would never have to be apart from him. I needed it.

He didn't need me though.

So now I don't fall in love anymore. I fall in lust. I make sure that it is as meaningless as possible. I make sure that the next day, we don't actually have to see each other anymore. He has somewhere to be. I have somewhere to go.

It's okay.

Because I don't need anyone.