Her mouth stretched open into a wide smile and without opening her eyes she said:
‘So, what do you reckon, Dex?’
‘About what, Em?’
‘Me and you. Is it love, d’you think?’ and she gave a low laugh, her lips tightly closed.
‘Just go to sleep, will you?’
‘Stop staring up my nose then.’
-Emma & Dexter, One Day
— Emma Morley, One Day (David Nicholls)
- Queen Katherine, The Other Boleyn Girl
page 25.
Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story.
It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never even dared to admit that you wanted - an emotional speedball, perhaps, of a thunderous love and roiling excitement.
Soon you start craving that intense attention with the hungry obssession of any junkie.
When the drug is withheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy and depleted.
Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have that thing even one more time.
Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you.
So that’s it. You have now reached infatuation’s final destination-the complete and merciless devalution of self.
— Breakfast at Tiffany’s
