I love you, even when I act like I do not care. I want you, as often as I push you away. Most of the time I sniff in the air in a desperate attempt to imagine you're near. You rule my memory even when I become elusive as moon in a stormy night.

Loving you is a dangerous vice, even deadly. But I snort you in like lines of cocaine, choking myself till I get lost into our world where nobody knows existed. It is pretty in there, fresh, free, deliriously happy.

I am an addict.