Love, when trying to be described, is often explained in a similar manner to when someone tries to put words to their experiences on drugs.
It seems, when it comes to love and drugs, the conclusion to knowing what “it” feels like, you need to experience it for yourself. Before that, words are just words, with drugs, love, and pretty much emotion as a whole being beyond words.
Does this mean love can be constituted as a drug?
Love (in most cases) does not involve smoking, drinking, swallowing, snorting, or injecting anything.
What love does have in common with drugs is the need for something outside of yourself, something that messes with levels inside your body.
Maybe love should be illegal when compared to the amount of pain it brings. Not all illegal drugs will hurt you. It seems love inevitably will. Love leads to madness, love leads to sadness. Before you even experience love, you are already addicted, going through withdrawal.
I’m going to write a letter to congress. Make love illegal. How many lives will we save? How much pain will we avoid?
Rip out your heart and turn it over to your government so they can pile them up and burn them in a field along with your cocaine and marijuana.
In the words of Jeff Thomson-"Weed never made me want to die, kill, cry. Mary Jane has."