I hadn’t realized I was crying, but it made sense. Love is terrifying. It has the power to seep its way through your body like heroin, giving you the most exquisite high, or blaze you over and scorch you to ash. So many people chase it, while others run away. We’re addicted to the pleasure and the pain. I understood what he meant about me being his high—George McDermott was my drug of choice. And it terrified me.
