Tu la love

Love is like bad alcohol - sweet at first, then painful, and embarrassing in the morning. Everything around you tells you to “forget it,” but your heart stubbornly reaches for what has long been out of reach. He is the guy who believed too much in “maybe she's just tired,” and she is the one who was tired even before it began. Dancing, champagne, lies wrapped in glitter - and all honesty only in the hangover. The world tells you it's time to sober up, but the addiction to illusions is stronger. Because love, when it's like a drug, can't be cured with logic - only with time and someone else's “I told you so.”