In the case of heroin addiction, it is never love. It is a sickly, abusive Stockholm Syndrome relationship where you may be infatuated with the drug. You may even lust for the drug. But it is never love, because the feeling diminishes faster and faster with the years, hitting lower and lower peaks, all while demanding more and more of the user. You get to the point where you’re simply injecting just to feel sane, not to even feel normal but rather tolerable.

Heroin don’t love you and you fucking hate it.