i wrote this on some random night in june.

In my memory, it was so terribly idyllic; I could only describe it as a dream. 

All your kind words of love, of comfort, of bliss. Your cats, your little games, your questions and forms and quizzes; addicting as heroin. As morphine passing through capillaries, as endorphin and dopamine and all sorts of hormones flooding my brain in a cocktail of pure, potent tranquility.

 God, if I could get what I get from you from an opioid. I wished. I truly wished.