It seems a bit reductive to describe love as I’m about to (and I’ve made the analogy before), but it’s pretty Goddamn accurate: love is a drug. That’s not a metaphor. Every single good feeling that love evokes is due to the stimulation of dopamine receptors in the ventral tegmental area of the brain. Similarly, studies have shown that usage of cocaine triggers these dopamine receptors in the exact same part of the brain. Conversely, the absence of either substance leads to feelings of withdrawal, many of the same feelings that junkies and those with emotional trauma share. Sure, there’s more to love (e.g. companionship, togetherness, etc.) but at its very core, “happiness” is simply the release of dopamine flooding the brain.
It’s not inaccurate to suggest that those going through the post break up process (i.e. “moving on”) are comparable to junkies in rehab. Given enough time (and provided they stay clean), they mostly kick their habit. However, the brain doesn’t forget what it had, and still triggers occasional powerful cravings in an attempt to satisfy those starved dopamine receptors.
I get lucid dreams at times, that seem so real I can touch them. Seems like the only way to kick this drug is to find another dealer who’ll offer stronger stuff. But the next time, maybe I’ll have developed some tolerance and maybe I’ll pace myself. Sometimes, maybe we still want to be that drug for the other person, either to feel remembered or maybe to have our addiction mutually fed.
“Love is giving someone the power to destroy you but learning to dance in the rain love rain inspiration dance.”