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If love is a drug

I usually compare him to a drug injected to my veins that keeps me up on high even on days I couldn’t get out of bed. But what I never say, what I’m afraid to admit, is that most of the times I fear that I’ll get used to this feeling, that I’ll get used to this high, and that one day I’ll wake up, desensitize, with all my lovestruck feelings for him gone.

// excerpt from a book i’ll never write #19

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