When I did not have it, I craved it. When it worked incessantly to prove its love for me, IÍd flee. When I should not have it, I wanted it most and when it did not want me, I wanted it more. I felt most beautiful when it needed me. So, I have lied, cheated, and stole in its name. From the first time I had it, I knew I wanted it forever and decided then to do whatever it took to keep it. I just could not figure out how to get it to stay.