People love to be in love. My best friend Jane and myself can attest to that. We can never get enough of it. Despite all the heartaches love has caused us from past relationships, we move on and love again.
What is it that keeps us addicted to love?
I was on my home the other day when another strain of thought went through my head -- the rollercoaster. Love is like a rollercoaster. Others are afraid of it, some just love it so much that they cannot just stop riding it.
I believe that it is because the "love rollercoaster" gives a natural high that no other rides in the "carnival of life" can offer. It gives you the jitter in the stomach that makes you woozy and weakens your knees. And you scream on top of your lungs because of this indescribable feeling and people still think you are cute.
But when does this rollercoaster of thrill become a routine spin that you want to just cut your head off because you're shit sick and barfo already? How many spins and revolutions can one take before one gets tired of the wooziness this crazy ride gives? When does it stop being fun riding the rollercoaster?
A lot of people loved riding the coaster of love but they get entangled in its routinary spin that most, if not all, just grow sick of it. However, it differs from one person to another on how long the duration of this natural high would last. Sometimes, they just try to evade it altogether to forget that feeling of
So seriously, do we really know when to stop?
