Love is intoxicating

Previously

…Only a profound, numbing ache that spread through my entire being. I turned and ran, not back towards the village, but deeper into the woods, away from the ruins of my shattered fairytale, away from the woman who had become my sun and was now my deepest darkness. The moonlight, which had seemed so romantic just moments before, now felt cold and accusatory, illuminating the path of my own foolishness. The intoxicating scent of love had turned to the bitter taste of poison, and I was drowning in its aftermath. The fairytale was over, and the real world, stark and unforgiving, had begun.