Love is a drug

A very, very bad drug. It gives the best high in life, but eventually the effect wears off and you come crashing down back to reality. And when you crash, you can crash relatively unscathed, or you can crash and burn, burn, burn until you feel like there's nothing left to be burned.

The worst is when you have to "detox," or get over someone. Because again, there are the highs, and the lows, the highs of life being worth living, of not thinking of the person at all, and the lows of constantly thinking of them, and constantly missing them to no end. But the lows don't stop there, oh no, they can drag on and on and on, and sometimes you wish you could just take everything back and redo everything. It'll be perfect, you think, no more mistakes, no more arguments, no loss, just gain.

Yet you can't, you can't take everything back, you can't turn back time, or simply change overnight and everything is la la again. No, you have to just move on, just move on and on to the next hit, and hope that the next hit sticks for good.

But it's hard to move on. It's very hard to move on. Because sometimes, sometimes, just sometimes you want to make that call, to send that e-mail, but you can't, and the only thing you can do is just...move on.