Have you ever drunk so much that the world spins around you, lopsided, hazy and half crazy? And even if no one is there, people are laughing at you, pointing and mocking and whispering words that have never made sense. Something inherently tells you to stop, just leave, don’t hurt yourself, don’t make a fool of yourself, and don’t do anything the logical you wouldn’t do. But the buzz in your veins and your hazy ways wins over, and you break, give in completely.
That’s love. And since meeting you, I’ve never looked back. I’ve never been sober.