Enjoy the ride.

Loving you was like being a child on a roller-coaster. You wait in the queue for what feel like hours, watching other people people get on, screaming and squealing with excitement, get off and get back in the queue. When it's finally your turn, the slow up-hill tow gives you a new view and perspective of the surrounding world - and the feeling of being truly alive. You look down, feeling safe in your padded metal cage. You're so high, you can't recognize anyone down on the ground.

And then all hell breaks loose. You plummet to the ground. The padding isn't enough, and the floor is about to smack you in the face. You're thrown back upwards, but again, as gravity slows you down for the next high, you're falling again. You have no control. You go where the ride takes you. There are no breaks. Just twists and turns, flashes of colour. It's terrifying and exhilarating.

In the end, you slow to a stop. You stumble out like a drunkard. You see all the people next in line. You join the queue again. But this time, people keep jumping in. You never quite make it back to the front.

It's time for me to go home.