"it begins when the object of your afection bestows upon you a heady alucinogenic dose of something you never even dare to admit you wanted. an emotional speed ball of thounderous love and excitement.
soon you start craving that atention with the hungry obssession of any junky.
when it's with hell you turn sick, crazy, and not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now, refuses to put on you the good stuff.
god damm him, and he used to give it to you for free.
next stage finds you skinny, shaking in a corner, certain only that you'd sell your soul just to have that one thing and one more time. meanwhile the object of your adoration is now repulsed by you. he looks at you like someone he's never met before. the irony is you can hardly blame him, i mean, check yourself out: you're a mess.unrecognizable even to your own eyes. you have now reached infatuations final destination. the complete and merceless devaluation of self"
Eat, Pray, Love