But why do I still THINK about her every single day? Most of the day? The thoughts are not in the i-can-still-fix-this or we-can-make it but rather angry or confrontational-type imaginary dialogues. An itch for a fight that never happened.
At first I thought it was the illusion of perfection that i now know my mind made it real, matrix style.
But I realize that and I cant say I miss her for the good times only.
I started thinking that its actually the abuse that I almost long for. The uncertainty, the idea of winning an unwinnable fight. Fighting for her heart was actually exciting in a way. I never behaved like that before (well, not LIKE that) and despite knowing I was humiliating myself I enjoyed the poetry, the flowers, the gifts. It felt good to give oneself to another. I felt good about myself as I always thought I'm a cold creature - to be able to do this and believe in it. Is the strongest part of the pain the realisation that it meant nothing to her? Am I hardwired to look for that acceptance that tells me that all the things I did matter to her? Is this not histrionic in itself? Ot is it part of the co-dependence i surely have?
I know HPD traits are exaggerated traits we all have. Hell, I have even experienced them from the other side - fight to reconquer someone then in the instant i did - felt slightly bored with her. That realisation brought shame as well

But the questions stands : even after rationalizing all this mess, does my obssesion relate more to the bad times than the good?