Love And Other Drugs [patched] -

That was the thing about selling drugs. You learned that people didn’t want happiness. They wanted control. They wanted the dial. And love—real love—refused to be dosed.

“What’s in there?” he asked, tapping the steel. love and other drugs

He left at dawn. Didn’t take any other drugs. Didn’t take her number. Just walked out into the gray morning, carrying his restored grief like a newly broken bone. That was the thing about selling drugs

It was the only one that worked.

“Was it worth it?” Mara whispered.

“Nothing you want.”