Love is like chewing on gum. When you first start chewing its all great and you think: “this is great!”
Then you keep chewing and it loses its taste, but you don’t really want to give it up. You’ve gotten used to the constant chewing, so you just keep stand on.
Then, all of a sudden, you accidentally take a bite out of the inside of your mouth. Swear to God that you will NEVER chew gum again. And now you have to live with that sore and that’s all you think about: “why didn’t I spit it out earlier?”
The sore gets better and before you know it you forget about the sore. Then one day someone comes and says: “You want a piece of gum?” and then it starts all over…