Sometime in 2012, I met my first soulmate, the Pharoah. He was exotic, brooding and nothing like anyone I had ever met. I was instantly hooked, and it wasn't long after our first encounter that I was officially addicted. Fast forward two very tumultuous years, and I had come to solely identify with the drama that constituted our relationship.
All I needed was the Pharoah. He was the lifeforce that pumped through my veins. When he pulled the tourniquet on our relationship to the point of...