Difference Between Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

She knew how to read me better than most. I sipped my wine, leaned back, looked at her. “You think I’m obsessed?” I asked suddenly. She met my eyes without flinching. “With Marie?” I nodded. “Not obsessed,” she said slowly. “Consumed.” “What’s the difference?” “Obsession is wild. You’re still too focused. Too calculated. This is… something else. You want to own her.” I didn’t deny it. I pushed the plate aside, stood, and walked around the table. She looked up at me, lips still wet from the wine. Her robe had slipped further, exposing more of her chest. I reached for her hand, pulled her to her feet.

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?

A person could say she was almost excited for it . She closed her eyes and leaned in and all she felt was a brush of a lip against hers. It couldn’t be considered a kiss and as she opened her eyes , she felt immerse disappointment. Lilian was baffled and shocked at her own emotions and she realized she hadn’t thought of Ben in the moment . She hadn’t thought of the man she claimed to love , the man she was not long ago and still willing to spend the rest of her life with. She couldn’t analyze further as she was swept into a sea of well wishers congratulating them on every side. She basked in the moment a little longer imagining everything was real and she was actually getting married of her

I leaned back in my chair and let out a soft sigh, “We know he's fine, he just needs some time to get over or accept the truth.” Chris frowned, “We know that time will never come. He's really obsessed with you.” Now that he called it obsession, it turned me off really more. Obsession and love were two different things. Perhaps because he couldn't have me, he kept obsessing over me all because he wanted to win. So what if we eventually become a couple? What if the whole competition comes to a stop? Would his love for me reduce or he would just treat me like every other person?

I looked forward, placing my elbows on the counter and resting my chin on my folded hands. “I just have a question.” I said nothing to that and nodded after a while. “Is it really love?” I stilled, turning to him very slowly. He stared at me, his expression serious. “What?” “Is it really love, Alexander?” he repeated, like I didn't hear him the first time. “Of course it’s love! What else would it be?” “An obsession. An addiction. Trust me, they can be similar, but they’re very different. And those two are not healthy, Alexander. They’re dangerous.”

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.

"Besides, it's not like you can actually break up with him because of me. Unless you're planning on letting all hell loose. If he could kill two people for you in a space of two weeks, then he's obsessed. Which is strange because, you know, his 'romance and emotional entanglement are bad for business' code. But it seems he really loves you if he's going against that." "I don't think what we have is love." I cringed. "What do you mean?" She frowned. "I'm saying 'love' is such a strong word. It's more like we're obsessed with each other than crazily in love." I shrugged as I sat on the bed. "Obsessed, love, what's the difference? They are literally the same thing it’s just that one is spelt wi

I state taking a sip of my coffee. “And what is that?” She asks putting her cup down. “How do you know if it’s love or obsession?” I ask quietly staring down at my cup. “Well in my opinion obsession is more about wanting that person physically with you all the time and if they aren't then you feel like things are slipping away. While love is that even if they aren’t with you physically, you don’t feel void, empty, or restless. You still feel at peace, because you know their yours no matter where they are.”