My necessary evil

I know I’ll never hear from her again. If I think too much about it, I begin to doubt if we were ever lovers. The memories continually fade due to time and distance. My mind almost depleted of her through exhaustion and sadness. I do remember that she hadn’t given me the time of day then suddenly, I was next in her little white book. We had fun. What she thought was love was lust. I gave her that. It was intoxicating and I adored her. I truly adored her. In hindsight, she was my necessary evil. My heart needed to be ripped apart so the vein could drain and empty of its bad blood.