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For a few days, the love junkie wanders. They re-read their favorite passages, dog-earing pages that already have deep creases. They whisper lines aloud to no one. They feel the absence of the story like a phantom limb.
And because real love—raw, flesh-and-blood love—is too unpredictable, too quiet, too capable of silence and departure, the love junkie turns to the page. love junkie read read
Because the love junkie knows the deepest truth of all: You can fall in love a thousand times between two covers. And every single time, it will be real—for as long as you are reading. And sometimes, that is enough. For the love junkies who read until their eyes burn, who dog-ear confession scenes, who have cried over the same paragraph in three different years: keep reading. Your story is still being written. And it will be beautiful. For a few days, the love junkie wanders
This is the junkie’s paradox: