not the same people

wrote the following:

When we started ''us'', I had already known you. You were a friend and at the time a perfect warmth I welcomed after the bitter cold break up I went through. You were perfect and we laughed and laughed. Time wasn't moving so slowly anymore and I was using the words ''love'' and ''life'', which I truely had put to rest with my past relationship. I didn;t have to put up walls with you, you were not a lover or a boyfriend you were my bestfriend and my desire all in one. They say girls are attracted to abuse if they lived a childhood with a father who abused them, but I didn't know . . . I cant believe I didnt see any connections. So we moved in and it was still rolling, you and I and our future. I think this was when I noticed I had smile ''wrinkles'' even when I made no expression. You made me smile so much I was the only 20 year old I knew buying anti-wrinkle cream. And then I got hooked on those pills you had. One day I woke up and realized . . . I can  not  do  anything  if I don't take one of them!! I freaked out on the inside, what the hell? I am ''addicted''. I am a drug addict. I took close notice to how this effected you, the days you didnt have any were the days you felt sick and all along I hadnt understood untill that morning when the only way I could explain to my boss I couldn't come in was ''im sick''.