I changed the number on my phone so the girl I love can't call. She is too messed up to live with. That doesn't stop me from caring about her and wanting to be with her. I miss her terribly, but I have to get her out of my life.
I'll see how well I do. She has a power over me that no woman ever had before. Every time I swear I'll never see her again, she calls, and I come running.
She has a key to my apartment, but it's a long way off the beaten path for her. I suspect she won't come out here if she doesn't have a way to contact me first.
It's hard for me to be angry with her, or hold her in contempt for the mean and crazy things she does. She drinks herself to sleep and wakes up screaming from nightmares about her past. Considering the rocky road she was forced to tread in her youth, she has accomplished incredible things in her life. It's heartrending to see her so broken and lost after falling from such heights.
She used to work in the the White House Communication Office writing letters for the President, and that's just a sample.