"I’ve been smacked in the face with love and it left a bruise that stuck around for a while. But that’s what love is about. You see something you want, something you think you can’t be without, something you need. Something that gives you power. You do whatever it takes to get it, and when you have it, you feel whole. Music sounds crisper. Food tastes better. You feel as if you’re experiencing the world around you with a new set of eyes. Eyes that you get to share with someone! And nothing could be better. And then it all comes crashing down. Or sometimes a steady decline. Going down hill, picking up speed as you skin your knees, barreling down in the dirt. You might even get back up and start to climb again! And you might get there! Or you may not…. and you’ll roll all the way down into the mud. And you get stuck there for a while. What happened to that delicious food? Man, I’m sick of this fucking song. Everything is dulled. You’re not standing up on high anymore, looking over the world. You’re down in the muck. So you wallow. You grab, squeeze it, throw it around for a bit. And when you’re ready, you get up. You free yourself, even if the residue hangs on. Each day you shake off more and more of the dirt. Until it’s dried up and gone. And you’re back in the game."