" Meet me in the bathroom that's what she said. I don't mind. Anywhere is fine just don't waste my time."
Our relationship was built on convenience. No need to fight for one another. No need to know more about each other. Sometimes we gave attention to each other's emotion, 'cause of course we both have to be in the mood. No harm done right? That's where we went wrong. For convenience, who would deny a good sharing of troubles to get a load off your shoulders? No one can really see the harm of "how was your day?" But that's the thing. There's no line where you can see the boundaries of love. You just find yourself in it when it's too late. You can't train yourself not to love.
I've also researched that every time someone orgasms, there's a hormone called dopamine that gives a rewarding feelin which means sex is highly addictive. And not just sex in general. You can also get addicted to the person. Hence, you can fool yourself that lust is love because you "need" that person when in fact you just need a fix or a hit. Don't think you can fight it because your brain can play tricks on you. You may be convinced you do care for that person more than just a fubu but there's only one way to find out: stop and have sex with another person. It can take a while because your brain needs time. But after months and you still think about that person, congratulations, you had a more meaningful relationship than you imagined.
