The way I figure it, candles can go out one of two ways. Someone puts it out themselves, or the wick eventually wares down, until nothing is left.
Which one happened with Roger and Me, I can't honestly tell you. Maybe with my endless using, or his over protectiveness it forced the flame away. Or Perhaps, we wore down that fire we once had with sex to fill what our relationship didn't have. We didn't have enough to talk about, until a fight began.
At the time, I must have just needed a man in my life to take my loneliness away, and maybe all Roger needed was to realize how bad smack can mess up anyone, to see how he was so he could get over that part of his life.
Whether we were in love or not, we needed each other then. Whether we were in love or not, we each needed something to fill the void we had been feeling for some time then. Whether we were in love or not, it was fun while our flame dwindled down.