You didn't love him, you loved the feelings he invoked in you.
You loved the distraction from the incessant pain and boredom.
So you stayed, you called and you texted like an addict trying to get a fix.
He was your drug; ecstasy coursing through your veins.
And when he got tired and left, you crushed.
Not because you loved him but because you were experiencing withdrawal from the only thing that helped you feel.