Music is an addiction. I can often be found in the car, singing at the top of my lungs with whatever is playing.
Love is not safe. Love is not permanent, love is not static. Love itself may last forever, but relationships will morph and change, and sometimes, die. Love guarantees to hurt us, eventually.
I also realized, and had to laugh at myself, that part of me was afraid that if I didn’t grab and appreciate every penis that’s waved in front of me (figuratively or literally), they would all go away.