Why do we pursue with such fervour an emotion that can for a moment bring us so much joy and pleasure but has such propensity to hurt us, to destroy us and to kill our confidence?
Why do we crave to be in a state of mind so fleeting, where we get butterflies when we see our lover, and our heart skips a beat? A state of mind so confusing and unpredictable that is capable of eroding our self-esteem and making us question ourselves?
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