Attraction Addiction
Attraction.
A simple word that seems to encompass so much.
The meeting of two people in a room full of strangers. The curiosity to know more about that someone who just seem a little more special than the rest. The need to see a person day after day. The urge to better yourself to be just perfect for someone other than yourself.
Something that we cannot seem to control, that happens no matter what we do.
You meet someone, you talk and laugh, have fun together. And before you know it, you are hooked to the feeling of being with this person.
Addiction.
If you are lucky, the person may feel the same way too and it is the beginning of a relationship. And perhaps, dare I say it, an eventual happily ever after?
But what about the attractions that would never come to fruition? The ones that never work out?
If there is nothing good to be had, what leads one to another in the first place? What makes someone want to know more about someone else? What makes a person want to see another person day in and out? And what makes you just want to be the best for that someone other than yourself?
Why did this attraction happen in the first place?
And when it happens, isn't it better to simply cut our losses and run the other way as fast as we can if we know that it is just a darkened dead-end ahead of us?
I guess for a lot of people, by the time we really realise that we heading over towards the dark side, we are too far gone to actually extricate ourselves. Nothing to do but move forward.
But that feeling. The exquisite feeling of being caught in an intricate spin of not being able to help yourself, yet wanting every single bit of this irresistible sensation that is latching onto your every senses. That helpless feeling of the poignant pain of being drawn into this web of iridescent beauty that is just out of reach, but not entirely forbidden to your touch.
That feeling that we are caught in. That is what pulls us towards this thing. Of an impossible attraction turned addiction to the very thing that we can never have.
"Have you ever wondered why you are special to me? It's not that you are all that different from anyone else. It just that you make me feel everything that I can ever hope to feel. I can't seem to give up that feeling no matter what I do. No matter how little of it I can get. I guess I am not just attracted. I am addicted..."
A simple word that seems to encompass so much.
The meeting of two people in a room full of strangers. The curiosity to know more about that someone who just seem a little more special than the rest. The need to see a person day after day. The urge to better yourself to be just perfect for someone other than yourself.
Something that we cannot seem to control, that happens no matter what we do.
You meet someone, you talk and laugh, have fun together. And before you know it, you are hooked to the feeling of being with this person.
Addiction.
If you are lucky, the person may feel the same way too and it is the beginning of a relationship. And perhaps, dare I say it, an eventual happily ever after?
But what about the attractions that would never come to fruition? The ones that never work out?
If there is nothing good to be had, what leads one to another in the first place? What makes someone want to know more about someone else? What makes a person want to see another person day in and out? And what makes you just want to be the best for that someone other than yourself?
Why did this attraction happen in the first place?
And when it happens, isn't it better to simply cut our losses and run the other way as fast as we can if we know that it is just a darkened dead-end ahead of us?
I guess for a lot of people, by the time we really realise that we heading over towards the dark side, we are too far gone to actually extricate ourselves. Nothing to do but move forward.
But that feeling. The exquisite feeling of being caught in an intricate spin of not being able to help yourself, yet wanting every single bit of this irresistible sensation that is latching onto your every senses. That helpless feeling of the poignant pain of being drawn into this web of iridescent beauty that is just out of reach, but not entirely forbidden to your touch.
That feeling that we are caught in. That is what pulls us towards this thing. Of an impossible attraction turned addiction to the very thing that we can never have.
"Have you ever wondered why you are special to me? It's not that you are all that different from anyone else. It just that you make me feel everything that I can ever hope to feel. I can't seem to give up that feeling no matter what I do. No matter how little of it I can get. I guess I am not just attracted. I am addicted..."
posted by Keiia at 10:23 PM
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