Infatuated But Long Term Novels & Stories

"I'm just worried about Zach. I know he loved you, Casslie." "I know the difference between love and infatuation, Casslie," he said, readjusting himself in his seat. "Infatuation is all about admiration, and that's what he felt for Cairen back then. Love is about commitment, and that's what I saw in his eyes when you got married to him." "I know the difference between the two, Gio," I replied.

It was a familiar scene, mated couples who are so much into each other that they don't notice anyone else. It's not that Maddox is against mates, but he is in his mid-twenties and doing fairly well. The idea that a woman will show up and flip his world upside-down was unsettling. At the same time, Maddox was curious to experience ultimate infatuation with the woman who will make all others insignificant, and they will be absolutely focused on each other. An invisible lightbulb lit up above Maddox's head. Couples who are into each other… infatuation… isn't there one couple that fits that description… right there on the stage, dancing?

I shout, abruptly standing up from my chair. "Damian, calm down. This isn't as bad as you're making it out to be." I roll my eyes at him in response. "Why six months?" I ask. "We've done some research, and studies show that people consider a committed long-term relationship to be at least six months long. Anytime under that just shows that you're not serious about the person. Or willing to commit. This is why you must stay with the person for at least six months. Longer would be preferred, but we're not holding our breath." Liam explains.

I said quietly, "even after telling her the truth, I'm still attracted to Sexy Red?" "What you feel for Sexy Red isn't love," he said firmly. "Let me ask you something...you don't know what this Sexy Red looks like, correct?" I nodded. "Correct." "Then what you're experiencing can't be love. It's not even obsession...if it were true obsession, you wouldn't even consider letting her go. What you have is infatuation. Fantasy. You don't know what she looks like, so there's a possibility that when she reveals her face, you may not even feel anything for her."

He was blinded by the infatuation he had grown for her. And this was the only way for her to end this infatuation. But only if she knew. Infatuation can be forgotten but not love. ______________________________________ So what do you think about the chapter? Next will be updated tomorrow. Do not forget to like and comment on your reviews. Till the next adios.

"Why?" "Hmm?" I asked when I didn't understand what he meant. "Don't you want to eat my cooking anymore?" He asked, while still staring at his food. "Since we went out, your time for me has been limited. Sometimes I feel like you're just forcing yourself to be with me. It seems like it was better when we were just friends; you spend more time with me, you're always next to me, and you're always in the condo." He raised his head and looked at me. My heart ached as a single tear fell from his eye. He sobbed, "Is it just infatuation that you felt for me? We've been in a relationship for 2 months, but I never felt that you were happy with me. We've only been together once in a while, but every t

He was on edge, the thing with Michael still bright in his mind. And it only made his desire to possess Josie, to reassert his claim and possession, that much more fierce. It was inexplicable, this urge that came over him whenever he was near her. He wondered if it would ever dim with time. Somehow he didn’t think so. Something this volatile, this consuming, wasn’t just a flash in the pan. It wouldn’t go away next week, next month or even next year. He could well imagine himself feeling this way ten or twenty years into the future. Which told him he was already thinking long-term, no matter that he’d decided to take it a day at a time and not look beyond the present.

"Okay, I'll rephrase that. I don't just want sex. You're a beautiful, intelligent woman. I've spent two and a half days with you and there isn't a single thing about you that I find annoying." He frowned as though this was a first for him and then he confirmed her thought. "I usually can't wait to get out of a woman's bed and away from her before she gets clingy. Never thought I'd want more. I can't even remember the last time I've spent the entire night in a woman's bed, yet every night I'm here I want nothing more than to crawl into yours. I'm old enough now that I don't fuck around much and when I see something I want, I go after it. When I see someone I want, long term, I damn sure know

Taking his hand in mine and looking him square in the eye, “I like you. I'm having fun with you and I'd like to keep having fun with you but I have to be honest with you. I don't really do long term relationships.” “What do you mean Natasha?” he says confused by my confessions and maybe also a little hurt based on the look in his eyes. “Well, I have what I call a six month rule.” He gives me a perplexed look and I know I need to elaborate. “What I mean is I can date you for six months, after six months we break up. We can break up before that if either of us quits having fun, but even if we're still together and the six month mark hits, then we go our separate ways.”

If I was not betrothed to one, I would easily find myself losing it into one, if not even all three of them. And yet this is where I have started to fail to notice the true effect they have on a man, for as it goes, they lure you in with their beauty, and then they shall move in and do as they desire. It is believed, rather said, that they feel an intense rush of pleasure when their victims carry out atrocities against their loved ones. Like the people they infect, they feel intense feelings of euphoria. Yet this does not last long that is why they get easily bored and venture off to find others.