Heart Surgery

Metaphorically, if you slice open my heart and even my brain you will find family, rocky, champagne, rice crackers, expensive lotions and potions and then there he is "Hassan". This man, for what ever reason has possessed my every waking and sleeping thoughts. Said boy and I had never even had a real relationship. We "dated" for four months and at most and saw each other once a week. I like to pride myself in thinking that I don't have an addictive personality ~ and I don't! I don't understand and two years later I still don't. Was it because we never had closure or was it because we never had a start?