sometimes (often), i mistype things. i was at work one day chatting with my favorite IM buddy and i intended to say something about being in love when i accidentally typed ‘on love.’ and you know what? it actually makes more sense.
you’re not so much ‘in’ love as you are ‘on’ it, like a drug. that’s why coming off it (break ups) are SO hard. love detox. nothing worse.
i won’t get into the whole euphoria, exhilaration aspect of it. because it’s cliched. and i hate cliches. and i know that hating cliches is SO cliched.
anyway, my point is. i’m on love. and it’s delightful. and scary. and seriously makes all your shit come out (read: i’ve got some major issues).
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