Difference Between Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

After receiving a shower of kisses and feeling calmer and able to stop crying, we get under the duvet and Oliver, with all the affection in the world, makes love to me. Yes, love. Love is what we do and it's not just sex, I think with Oliver, in the beginning, it might have been sex and bitching, but now it's different and despite all the sluttiness and naughtiness there's a lot of feeling involved, I live with Oliver what I always hoped it would be Living as a married woman, he completes me and I don't know what our future will be like, I hope that when we admit to everyone that we are together our relationship continues like this.

“Sorry. Carry on.” I sighed again. “Yes, the guy I went on a date with. We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month and now…he wants more. I want more, but hell, I’m afraid. I don’t want to repeat what happened before. I can already feel it. I’m already more than a little obsessed with him.” “Sometimes love and obsession are one and the same. Sometimes you can’t tell them apart because they’re no different. Love is thinking of someone every day, wanting to be with them all the time, needing to know everything about them. Just like an obsession is.”

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!”

She realised it today. "What the….you are sounding like you have already become obsessed with him, Jazlyn Kingston," Iris spat, annoyed which made Jazlyn frowned. "Obsession is a very thrilling term, Iris because it can be more deep and harmful than love or hate, babe," Jazlyn uttered. Kaya just silently heard her. "Obsession is capable of silently shoving you to that edge where the fine line between right and wrong, good and bad, hate and love would blur," Kaya just stored those words of Jazlyn's inside her heart.

“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.”