I read this today:

"Of course you don't want to get him out of your head, that's why it's still so painful. It's like an addiction, it doesn't matter how horrible it is later, the agony of abstinence, the mental and physical damages one had to suffer during the process, you remember the good feeling that you had, and (God!) that loving somebody is one of the most beautiful things that can ever be felt, so you still want at least one last dose before you can quit. It's not the hope of the poor guy that waits for the day when luck smiles at him and his life changes, when all is magically solved, it's the hope of the addict that dreams of feeling it one last time, even if death comes after. Too bad you can't go to the ghetto and do some lines of love."

He wasn't talking to me, but it was like he was.