Novel & Cerita Difference Between Love And Obsession

His expression twisted with rage when he looked at me. “Why do you always look at me like that?” he said. His voice was breaking. “Why do you always have fear in your eyes? I love you. I’ve loved you for centuries. Why can’t you just love me back?” “Because this isn’t love,” I said. Tears were running down my face. “This is obsession.” “It’s the same thing!” “No. It’s not.” Purple light was pouring from my eyes now. The power wanted out. Wanted to destroy everything threatening me.

"That’s not love. That's an obsession. Love is for more than you imagined or what you can put in your hand. Love is not just about liking a person's personality, it is a lot more. I doubt if you barely know fifty percent of the person you love, you, rich people think love is just a mere feeling, when you love a person you can't just spot why, and when you fall in love with her, this love thing is just in your head and not from your heart, you will know when you love. What you’re describing is just you being selfish." Her words hit hard. Was I really obsessed with Scarlet? Had I confused obsession for love? I left the bar, her words echoing in my mind. Back in the car, I sent Scarlet a long v

“You’re winning if it’s a competition. You have two and she has none.” “It isn’t a pissing contest.” I can’t help but stare in her direction. Jealousy pulls at me when I see how some of the guys with Connor are giving Care little glances. With long blonde hair that has red streaks scattered throughout, she’s a curvy thing but feisty as a colt. I take in the creamy pale skin, intelligent mossy green eyes that don’t miss a thing, and that perfect pink bow of a mouth. Yeah, she got under my skin so fucking bad I thought I was going to lose my mind—sleeping with her didn't help like I thought it would. My body and mind were so turned upside down that I told her it was for a bet. But honestly tha

Killian's voice invades my mind. "Lucy, baby, come back to bed. Stop obsessing. I can feel your anxiety through the bond, and it's not healthy for you." Slowly I stand up, stretching. I fold my lap blanket and place it on my chair. I climb back into bed and try to fall asleep. Instead, I just watch the clock as the hours and minutes tick by. I watch Killian sleep the rise and fall of his chest. He really was the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on. The mate bond was not what I expected. I had only read books on it. I never got to witness it for myself. I never truly felt loved except Axel, but that was more of how I felt for Lanie, protective like it was my duty to keep her safe. I feel

“But what if that obsession runs over? What if you wake up one day and you realize all the flaws that you can’t stand but had not been seeing because you were misled by your obsession?” “I love you Lethu. I care about you in a way I have never cared for another. I want to be selfish with you but I can never be selfish towards you. I want to see you smile and be happy. I don’t know what will happen in the future but each time I dream it’s you smiling at me. I don’t see anyone else even when you are not around because you not being insight doesn’t mean you are out of mind or heart. I don’t know what love feels like compared to obsession but I know I love you more than my obsession with you. An

We should clearly know the difference between possessive and obsessive for this. Possessiveness is a good thing in a relationship up to a certain extent, when it goes beyond that it's just obsession. Possessiveness is showing your partner that she's yours and even jealousy is fine, it's normal. But understanding that you can't force her to do things because of that jealousy unless she wants to.. Obsession is wanting your partner to spend almost all their free time with you and getting jealous or angry if they hang out with their friends and leave you out.

The word hung between us. Her eyes went wide. "What?" "You heard me." "That's not love, Alessandro. That's obsession." "Same thing." "No, it's not…." "Isn't it?" I grabbed her face. Forced her to look at me. "Love is wanting someone so badly you'd kill for them. Love is not being able to breathe when they're not near you. Love is losing your goddamn mind when another man touches them." "That's not—"

"Mr. Grey's actions demonstrate a prolonged pattern of stalking, intimidation, surveillance, threats and deliberate attempts to isolate the victim from her family and support system." I looked at Zane. For years, he had called his obsession love. But sitting there, listening to the evidence, I finally understood the difference. Love didn't make you afraid. Love didn't trap you. Love didn't punish you for choosing someone else. Love didn't demand ownership. That wasn't love. It was obsession and obsession always came with a price. During the break, I walked outside because I needed air. Ambrose followed me. "You okay?" I nodded. "I think so."

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.