Infatuation Novels & Stories

She has a few more weeks and I’ve got to wait to be sure. But the fact that I can’t think about anything but her, can’t look at anyone or anything but her, can’t stay away from her…it all adds up to one thing. It’s not an infatuation. It’s not love like I felt with Fati. That was love from being together all of our lives, from learning ach other inside and out.

"I thought love was supposed to look a certain way... supposed to heal. But this—us—it hurts like hell." He grows tense, clenching his fist, but the actions are too brief. I may have only imagined them. "Maybe that's because it's a mistake." He says. "You're too young to know what love is. Whatever you're feeling. it's infatuation. It'll pass." That stings. "You think this is just a phase. That I don’t understand myself. That I’m not allowed to..." I stop talking. I know I was just being stupid to fantasize my Step-uncle who never loves.

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, dan

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."

She grew up before her time . Most of man's needs are created by the human mind. Infatuation is also neuronal. We fall in love with the brain and not with the heart ... We idealize something unreal that satisfies the requirements of our neurons. When we discover reality, sadness and disappointment come. Today, purely animal and casual sex is experienced. The disappointment caused in the fictional infatuation makes most avoid it. Estela wanted to experience true neural love and not just a superficial infatuation created by her mind.

It only meant that he knew I liked him and perhaps he felt something for me in return. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t love; it was more like infatuation. He was captivated by the way I could bring him pleasure, how I satisfied his desires whenever he needed me. That was all there was to it for sure—nothing romantic like how I felt for him.

’ She’s so young, so raw, so full of a passion that’s overwhelming her. I know, deep down, that what she’s feeling isn’t true love, not the kind that lasts. It’s infatuation, a reaction to the intensity of the moment, to the drug, to… to me. And in time, when the fog clears, she’ll see it too. She has to. My grip tightens on my hair, my knuckles white. I pull my head back, staring up at the water-streaked ceiling, the spray still hitting my face.

RONAN I turned the words around in my mind until they cut. No. I don't love him. It can't be that. It is probably curiosity, or friendly attention. Maybe I just want him. Could it be lust and infatuation? But I've never felt one this intense before. My attraction to women only lasts a few minutes. When I invite them to my bed, the interest burns bright and fast. Once they're out of it, the desire disappears like smoke in a room with open windows.

"I thought I was in love with Macy . . . but after we broke up I didn't even care, it didn't hurt . . . and that's when I realized that it was probably just infatuation." "What's that?" "It's a deep feeling that everyone commonly mistakes for love. Love is . . . being with someone despite their flaws, despite their problems, and almost ignoring every single warning in your head, just to listen to your heart. Infatuation is more like than love, it's being with someone because you're physically attracted to them, even just sexually, it's doesn't last for a long time but happens almost instantly." "Wow . . ." I breathe. "So how can

" After saying this he left my hand. I look at my now red hand and rub it to soothe some pain. By last night's events I am already scared of him and now he is threatening. "I don't want to marry you. I didn’t even want to sign the papers. I don't want to live with you and obviously don't want any of this. I don't care if you love me or not. It is just infatuation so please stop this." I try to make him understand. "Does it matter if you want it or not?" He says with a smirk. I look at him with hatred. "Don't ever say that what I feel for you is infatuation because it is not. I am fine with you not loving me back. I am the mafia