Супер-позитивный пост впереди и почему-то потянуло написать на английском.

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I'm your junkie. That simple.
Love is a drug. And so are you. You are a drug that was synthesized specifically for me. Your eyes, your lips.. Your smell and feel.
The times, when I felt hyper after spending some time with you, have passed. Now I cannot stand being without you. It all just doesn't make sense without you anymore. I need larger and larger doses of you every time. Of you, as a whole - of you, as every little detail.
I became resistant to the surroundings and other people. They are there just to get through that time without you.
Love is a drug and junkies would go further and further to get more, to get high. And so will I.
Because I don't want (and can't) to be further than 3 inches away from you. Because my epidermis needs a feel of you. My eyes need the best sight. I need your scent in the air.
I really, seriously need you.