I’m convinced that love is a drug. And I, Ashley La’Shae, am addicted.
You can ask any of my friends and they’ll tell you that I’ve been an addict for quite sometime now. I’m not ashamed to say it, maybe my testimony will help somebody else out there.
I mean, how else can you explain going through withdrawal, not eating, not sleeping, waves of depression and extreme happiness, inability to think of anything or anyone other than your significant/insignificant other?? If love is not addictive then how come you’ll go against all that is logical and remain with a person that all your friends, coworkers, sisters, mothers, uncles twice removed and distant cousins tell you to leave alone?
It’s crazy. Love is crazy. Love is a drug. Sometimes you try to wing yourself off of it but then you find yourself just wanting a taste of it. –I’ll just send this text and see what he/she is doing. Or, I’ll answer the phone this one time, maybe he/she is in trouble. Or, I just want to see what he/she has to say, but imma still be mad (-_-) Yeah right, who you fooling??
Love can be a beautiful thing. A reason you smile when you sit alone just thinking of times you and your boo had together. The motivation for you to do better because you want to be able to offer more in the relationship. A number of positives things can come out of love.
However love can also have you riding out in all black with a box of nails, a container of bleach and some baby oil…no? That’s just me? Ok, whatever. My point is, love could go terribly awry. I mean technically you get less time for a crime of passion, than something premeditated –even the law recognizes the strength of love!
Clearly there are different types of love and I’m referring to relationship love. I’m a wide-eyed twenty-something hopeless romantic, this won’t be the last you hear of my relationship escapades/ thoughts. *Kanye Shrug*