Moving on literally means moving on from one to another. In relationships, do you really move on? And if you do, was it really the one with love involved? Was there any love involved at all? Or does love just die? How does it die for one and not for another? Why is it the one who always denied its existence that suffers the most when it's gone? Never believed but never played with it. Or is it an addiction so addictive that you can't get over it even when it has gone absconding for years? Yes, that's what I thought. You don't fall in love, you get addicted to people, to their presence around you, to the happy feeling. And not everyone has trouble dealing with addictions. Some never get addicted, some quit easily with minor withdrawal symptoms and some die without it.
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