There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.
Day 9 on whole30, day 11 or 12 with no alcohol. Not a drop. Only sugar I’ve had is from the little fruit I eat and popping a few altoids. A little bit of non organic veg and regular beef instead of grass fed. It’s been insanely easy but now my body is detoxing a little bit. Mild headaches and dizziness. Hopefully that’s the extent of it! Otherwise I feel fucking excellent!