I've been having an off an on fight with a certain person for a few months now. Once they were one of my best friends and /should/ have known me better than anyone else, but a large amount of surface trust and what was either a huge misunderstanding or a really crappy reality sent that carefully assembled card house burning to the ground.
Still, after all of these conflicts, I care too much to just give up. Giving up hope on this person means giving up hope on life. And while they were gone I learned to hold on to any pain for as long as I could, just because it was the only part of them I had left. I guess you could say that this relationship left me pretty fucked up.
So, I guess my question is, when does it stop being CPR, and become necrophilia?