Addicted to his love

I usually compare him to a drug injected in my veins that keeps me up on high even on days I couldn't go out of bed. But what I never say, what I'm afraid to admit, is that most of the times I fear I'll get used to this feeling, that I'll get used to this high. He will make me feel great, I'll feel relaxed, chill, wonderful but that feeling won't last. I'll become addicted to him, he will be all I think about. And when I don't see him, I'll feel deprived. I never knew I was addicted until I tried to stop.