There is One Intensity...

So much for me being independent from the drug that Martine provides me. That completely whacked out, insane, completely disarming, utterly unbalancing drug. I wouldn’t even call it love or passion, or anything for that matter. Not even desire. Certainly it’s a little of all of those, but I do not love him because love to me is when two people need each other. Passionate, up to a certain measure,