There’s a reason why people say love is a drug. It’s euphoric; the feeling of love, when one is submersed in it. It could practically be considered a drug itself. People don’t want to stop once they’ve started, and they never seem to let go of their addiction. But the true essence of love being a drug lies not in its addictive qualities, but the final crescendo before one falls. They call it a drug because you keep doing it until finally… It kills you. And you’re left with nothing but broken shards.