As humans we have a tendency to addiction. We like to rely on something, someone.

It’s hard at first. No one’s an addict on their first taste. You find a routine and you start to like it. To crave it.

Whether it’s walking outside to smoke your stoge or meeting up at midnight to make love. You can’t go on without it.

What’s interesting to me is at first you’re just faking it. Your first cigarette is awful. The first kiss might be awkward.

But in time, you find yourself searching for something at 2am.

It’s you.