Chapter 5 or 7
Don’t worry, I will never compare being with you to being high. Not directly of course. Mostly because that would be an unfair comparison for hydrocodone, because your love is an experience that rivals with nirvana and Buddhists’ enlightenment. Now, don’t get me wrong being high was great, and being around you is also great–but it’s hard to compare a perfectly prepared steak to an almost perfectly written novel. Think about it this way, drugs are purely psychological, they change the reality that you perceive, thus changing how you interact with your surroundings and how it interacts with your senses. But making love to you, just being with you, fills the senses. It isn’t just in my head, it is a physical exchange. It is real, not just a skewing of reality. It takes every sense that would normally be utilized by your brain–which are enhanced by drugs–and makes it real and tangible. Right there. While the late, great Robin Williams once said “thoughts and ideas are reality, it is physical that is the illusion…” I believe the opposite is true when it comes to loving you–you are reality and the only kind of drug I think I’ll ever need.
