Difference Between Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

My eyes wide as I watch him begging him to say it back. “Do you love me too…?” I ask, feeling a little nervous. He releases my face, his hands sliding down and under my thighs as he lifts me and carries me the remaining steps to the bedroom. “Do I love you?” He breathes the words. “There is love, Lana, and then there is obsession.” I frown up at him. “So you are obsessed with me?” He nods his head, his lips parted as he pants. “Love doesn’t seem strong enough to encompass what I feel for you.” he murmurs.

I held back the tears that clogged my eyes. He smiled. “Our love is a cycle of violence and desire. It is not a pure type of love.” His tone was even, his voice composed. “Seriously?” I asked. “Yes. Love is a beautiful thing however, I don't believe in it anymore. Talking of obsession… It's damn real. I can love you today then tomorrow, I may stop loving you but my obsession for you can never come to an end. Obsession is more powerful than… Love.” He spoke with a calm, measured tone while he stared into my eyes.

the priest told him "You River Romano do you want Sriste Parker as your Lawful wedded wife??" He nodded then said "I Do.....because You're mine and you'll be mine by consent or force ....you're bound to stay under my obsession for life time... even in presence or even after my death you're mine always mine " .......I shivered at his word...it was extreme obsessive words...my hand started shaking....

“I assumed all would be well when we got to the underworld, we would be happy and safe” Charles paused to stare at Lena. “But the moon goddess came and snatched her away from me” traces of anger popped on Charles’s face. From his voice and actions he was truly in love with Lena,it was becoming complicated as the day went by, Mason was baffled and speechless. He too had the mutual feelings for Lena but these men had loved her for centuries he could never compete with them and he never dared to think of such as he knew they would both kill him before they tried to attack each other.

"When she left, I already learned my lesson. I shall never take her by force even if she's also in love with us." That's what he thought, too. Loving and being obsessed are two different things. But sadly, they're both in love and obsessed. Although they're trying to reign themselves, afraid for the history to repeat itself and waste another bunch of years being apart from her. They were obsessed back then. They didn't think of the consequences of taking her by force. They didn't think what might happen if such acts would bring her trauma.

Because love makes a person blind. Loving is a ruthless gamble and once you fall you could only pay for the compensation your whole life. For once, I understand that there is only a thin film between love and obsession and I am afraid that I have long been dawdling in between. And I, don’t want to wallow in regret.

His expression didn't read agitation like mine did. "That girl is just crazy." He sighed, facing his laptop and continuing whatever work he was doing on it. "You know, she came to the office earlier today claiming to want to have me and stories like that." He chuckled a little. "She's so adamant on that. Her love is frustrating." "Love?" I dropped my phone on the bed. "Don, this isn't love, this is obsession, don't you get?" He stared at me with a raised brow. "Obsession, huh? I've never actually seen it that way but now that you've pointed it out, I guess you're right. It is obsession."

" Joey couldn't answer him. Indeed, why was that? However, she had heard a saying before. "Parental love is deep, but the water under the eaves does not flow backward." Old people used this phrase to describe a parent's love for their child, meaning a parent's love for their child was always deeper than the child's love for the parent. Joey looked at Emily and questioned herself in her heart if this was really the case. "Don't overthink it. I was just expressing my confusion." Zachary stood up. "I'm not overthinking it," Joey said calmly.

I returned it with equal favor. "Between his love and between mine there was quite a difference. My love never brought an obligation for him but his love was a selfish one. The one that never thinks twice to hurt me." She paused. But love is love. I never thought it had kinds. To be honest it brings obligations for us.

Sometimes I tell myself that love is like flowers, it's stunning at the beginning, and over time, this beauty gives way to decadence. Love can sometimes be misleading, and we no longer recognize it. It's like it never existed. I don't know if Paul noticed that his hands were no longer producing the same effect on me, that my body was no longer electrifying at the slightest second. Sometimes, I tell myself that we should take the time to sit down around a table together, even if it means putting a vase overflowing with fresh roses just like things were at the start of our flame, to encourage us, to tell us that everything can go back but do I want to?