Novel & Cerita Difference Between Love And Obsession

Yvo says "That ain't love, Yvo. That's an obsession. There's a big difference in it. " I said "It. Is. Love. I know what I'm feeling. So please do believe me. " Yvo insisted. "I don't care if it's love or obsession for you. I don't care what you do to them, just don't ruin my plans and we're good." I said

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.

"I would light the match myself and watch it all go up in flames. I wouldn't even blink. I would dance in the ashes if it meant she was mine and only mine." "Dylan, this isn't love. This is obsession." "What's the difference?" "There's a huge difference." "Is there?" I turned away from the window. "Is there really? Because everyone I've ever known who claimed to love someone left them. My mother loved me and she left. My father loved my mother and he cheated on her. Richard loves Rosaline and he's fucking his ex wife behind her back. Every single person in my life who has ever said the word love has used it as an excuse to hurt someone."

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

“So what exactly do you want me to say?” Her lips trembled as she stared at me, her eyes searching mine for something that no longer existed between us. “Why would I believe you?” she whispered. “You’ve been lying from the start. You are dangerous, Alaric.” The word lingered in the air. I was never a saint, but I was dangerous. She swallowed hard, her voice dropping even lower. “Did you ever love me, or was it all just an obsession?” A quiet laugh escaped me, though nothing was amusing about the question..“What is the difference?” I asked, tilting my head slightly as I looked at her. “Love, obsession, it all ends the same way.”

assistant"> Like obsession and love belong in the same place. Maybe to someone like her, they do. Maybe she really believes love means wanting someone badly enough that you break them apart and force them to stay beside you. But even if love and obsession were the same thing, she still could never win against me. Because she wants Caleb. I belong to him. There is a difference. But love is the way the bond still reaches for me through all this pain. Love is Caleb fighting her even while silver poisons his body and chains tear into his skin.

Freddie answered. "It means?" "There is like just like. There is something that leads to obsession. There is love that is love. And there is love that is based on obsession. So which like and love do you mean?" Abigail frowned. "Mm... a kind of like where our heart beats faster than usual when we see that person. Then we wish we could keep seeing him. Waiting for his message; who knows when it will come in? Or beating just by getting a greeting from him?"

“How do I tell the difference between love and obsession? You were obsessed with Heather, even though we all warned you that she was still in love with her ex. And now you’re with Becky, so what is the difference between how you felt for Heather and how you feel for Becky?” “Heather was an obsession,” he agreed thoughtfully, “but I didn’t realize it at the time. Looking back and comparing it with what I feel for Becky, the two feelings are so completely different, it’s like comparing apples and oranges. With Heather, it was all about satisfying my urges, and my needs. I thought about her all the time and I thought that was love but it was more like an internal