Love can be like a drug – When it goes right you’re so happy that you could jump right over the moon!
But what happens when you don’t get a constant dose or it goes the wrong way?
I liken the effect to the withdrawal symptoms felt after letting go of an addiction of alcohol or drugs, but on a much smaller(?) scale. I’ve felt it before, but I’m interested in if you have had the same experience…
True or not? What’s your take?