"I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it—to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once."—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

As one who has discovered that my One True Love just so happens to be moi, I might be perceived as being ironical right about now—a romance cynic writing an article about love. Ha!

I don't knock love, and I'm not REALLY a cynic—though I do poke fun here and there. I have a sense of humor...what can I say?

I love love. I just don't happen to be in active pursuit of the kind of love that most people think of when they think of love—you know, sensual and playful or even enduring love.

I'm all about self-love at the moment. And when I love myself, it sure is easier to see others in high pursuit and chuckle rather than scoff at the inevitable…

…the cycle of addiction.

Because that's what you see when you observe folks with this insatiable appetite...