Ahh the old flame. The Big Aiyah had a posting about that recently.

I no longer write for The Big Aiyah, if you haven't already noticed. Although that doesn't mean I don't think about Aiyah issues. The seemingly eternal quest to find that one person, understanding oneself, finding joy (or not) in being alone, because when you are alone, your senses heighten, and all that is right or wrong, painful or joyful, happy or sad takes on an exaggerated, accented, compounded meaning. The silence that was there before is deafening, you become aware of being alone and the one demon that you've never dealt with suddenly demands that you deal with him/her now. That demon is you.

In escaping, you inevitably try to fill the gaps. That other person that used to be or who will become suddenly steps into the void and you cling onto the hope that the arrival of prince charming or return of princess beautiful will somehow save you from your misery. If religion is the opium of the people then love is the opium of pathology. Love becomes the theory of everything, the be all and end all.