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I don’t need food. I need good morning texts. I don’t need sleep. I need you to leave me on read for exactly four minutes so I can spiral, then reply with a heart so I can breathe again.

Because the worst part isn’t the craving. The worst part is that I love the craving. It means I’m still alive. Still ready to ruin myself for a single text.

Hi. Hello. Yes. Tell me I’m pretty. Tell me you thought about me yesterday. Tell me you almost called. love junkie sub read

Yes, I’ve blocked you. Three times. Yes, I unblocked you at 2 a.m. to see if your Spotify playlist changed. Yes, I know that’s insane.

But junkies don’t need logic. We need the next hit. The next I miss you . The next fight-makeup-block-unblock-come-over-don’t-leave cycle that tastes like surrender and smells like your hoodie. I don’t need food

One heart react, and I’m yours again.

So go ahead. Leave me on delivered. I’ll refresh. I’ll wait. I’ll rewrite your silence into poetry until you prove me wrong. I need you to leave me on read

They say love addiction is just chasing the crash. But the crash is the only time I feel the shape of my own bones. Before you, I was hollow. With you, I’m a firework factory after someone dropped a match.