She was the narcotic of women. When he was with her, he felt a sort of astonished and sedated bliss. When they were apart he hurt. He started to come apart at the seams, to crumble and cry and rage throb with a pain that stepped in time with his pulse. After a while it would wear off though, and he would start thinking about going back for more. He had realized that he was an addict, and now the question of whether or not the drug or the addict was to blame for the suffering. He felt confident that people who broke free from a drug addiction had to stay away from temptation, to keep an appropriate amount of distance between themselves and their poison. But the problem was that she was a person, not a drug. She was a person with feelings, fears, hopes, dreams, insecurities; she was a person with a soul. He felt that the very realization of this called for an evolution in maturity, and responsibility to grow beyond his own selfish and irrational desires.
kundalini:
It does not matter unless she decides to do the same.