I hate twilight, but I'm going to make a comparison anyway [fiction]

“You're like my own personal brand of heroin,” says Edward to Bella.

I always thought that was really, extraordinarily stupid. Not only was it stupid, but it was irresponsible of Stephanie Meyer to romanticize drug abuse. I thought it was a very twisted version of love.

That is, of course, until I understood it. I understand the way it felt for Bella to have been left alone for all of those months. I understand her desperation to want to leap off of a cliff if it meant she could see his face again.

All self preservation instincts, all motivation leaves with him when he leaves.

And when he comes back. When he holds you in his arms, and he's solid and you can see him and touch him, it's like the ultimate hit. You become addicted to him. Losing him seems increasingly dangerous.

I understand Bella. It wasn't that Jacob wasn't beautiful, and sweet and awesome. It's just that when you're in love with someone. When that someone tells you you're his heroin, without realizing that he is your heroin too, you just want the same high. That high is familiar and comforting.

Other highs feel wrong. And you ache for that high.

Yes, I understand Edward's protectiveness, and Bella's depression. When someone you love leaves you, it feels like withdrawal. It feels like you've lost everything.