This is one of those nights when I wish I could lock up my emotions in a box and chuck it away.
I loathe this renewed dependence, even more so with the realisation that it isn't reciprocated.
Really, really don't like this feeling.
I haven't forgotten a thing. Once it feels vaguely familiar every horrible memory of that period rushes up and swallows me whole.
This will be the last of my vulnerability.