When Relapse is the Catalyst

Despite my best intentions, relapse made its way back into my world.

For nearly three months we’d been back in each other’s worlds, falling fast into old intimacy, but with an incredible maturity that never existed in days gone by. Jesse and I texted each other from morning to night, with a few hour-long phone calls over the course of the day. We were talking about long-term plans, telling each other we loved each other …