“Love is like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.”
When I read Paulo Coelho’s masterpiece “By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept”, these words engraved in my soul. How much I love you, how much I think of you and how much I miss you. What I would not do to hear you at this very moment.
What a cold night….