Addicted to Love

Love really does become an addiction. To hear the words I love you mean so much and feels so good. Nothing sounds better to my ears then I love you, I love you , I love you. I can not get enough of those words. I can not get enough of feeling in love. I need it so bad, I am a junkie, a love junkie.

So love can be an addiction, like nicotine, or even drinking. It is something I feel like I need. I feel so depressed without someone in my life. Feeling so incomplete, my stomach almost hurts because of the pain. I almost shake to have his hand in mine. To feel my head against a man's shoulder and to have someone to spend all my free time with it.

I am not the only one out there like this. I know tons of people who just feel lost without a mate. They just are miserable and moody until they find a man or woman in their life. They seem to fall easily, a few weeks and you hear I love you, I love him/her. They get attached at the hip rather quickly and romantic gestures are thrown back and forth. But of course as soon as that relationship ends they are broken and life is over. Even if the relationship only lasted a few months they tend to feel like their heart is torn out. But then a few weeks later they are off with a new person and again the love is starting. It is a cycle that has no end. Its only end is marriage which is the ultimate goal for a love junkie. But for us junkies the first step is to get love. To get a commitement and then hear those words, those words that give us all the rush we need. The junkie needs a constant reminder that they are worthy to someone else. They jump from one person to another just trying to feed of that person, just to get what they need. Like an parasite feeding off its hosts, we drain the person to get what we want. Some people jump to any length to get what they want. Some end up a slave to love and put aside their needs for companionship. Giving to in is never good, staying strong and getting what you want is the right way to go.

I sort of understand those butterflies are hard to resist. I do not jump from one person to another so quickly but love is so great. Who does not love to be in love. Its a feeling like being on a rollercoaster its a little bit scary and oh so much fun. It is a feeling that you need. It is something that is a need not just a want. I need my fix like a heroin addict, to feel the love rushing through my veins. I need him to validate my presence. I need him to make my selfesteem rise. I finally feel worthy when I have a man on my arm. When he says he loves me he makes me glow from top to bottom. I sweat and shake up until that moment, the moment he gives me what I need, those words. Those three little words just give me all I need.