Obsessed Or In Love Novels & Stories

“No more fear of the future. Just us. Right here. Right now.” He made love to me against the railing, the city sparkling below. It was passionate and deep, a perfect blend of our old fire and our new tenderness. I came with his name on my lips and tears of joy in my eyes. He followed, holding me like I was the most precious thing in his world. --- As we lay in bed later, the baby monitor glowing softly, Lucian traced lazy patterns on my bare shoulder. “I used to think obsession was enough,” he said quietly. “Now I understand that love is obsession plus choice. I choose you every single day. The mother. The partner. The woman who still melts when I call her my good girl.”

"Like recognition. Like meeting someone who understood parts of me I'd never shown anyone. Like danger and excitement and inevitability all mixed together." "Did you love him?" "I thought I did. But love and obsession look similar from the inside." "How do you tell the difference?" "Love makes you better. Obsession makes you smaller. Love builds. Obsession destroys." I took her hand. "What did you feel when you looked at Adrian?" "Curious. Scared. Like I wanted to understand him even though I knew I shouldn't." She paused. "And attracted. Not like boyfriend attracted. But attracted to the idea of him. To what he represents."

illuminating. Derek, I'm particularly excited for you to see the photos from last Tuesday. You know, when you thought you were being so clever, following Sophia to that little coffee shop? The ones where you're clearly stalking my wife, taking pictures of her without her knowledge. Combined with your history of obsessive behavior, they paint quite the disturbing picture.

And I felt like it was too intimate, more than sex. I felt like kissing was only supposed to be with someone you love, not someone you're hooking up with. I fuck, I don't make love. So if I'm fucking you, don't expect me to kiss you because i won't. Love isn't for me anyway, it's for the weaklings. Love makes you weak. And I'm not ready to be weak. In the mafia game, enemies only get to you once you have a weakness, so it's better not to have one at all or else you'll fall short.

" Tina asked. She can't help but feel a rush within her. Is she going to suggest that they talk him into finding a woman or letting the past go? She's ok for the later option but not the former. Jordan can only get involved with her, no, not her she meant someone like her at least. "He's heart was wounded when he lost his love. That wounded heart can only get cured by finding love again. What I mean is this. A woman like you and I have made him obsessed, it is only someone like us that can help him out of that obsession. Do you agree with me?" Isabella asked. Tina nodded. Isabella is speaking in idioms. She hadn't really said what she wanted. She's beating around the bush.

It's a gradual process, and I was already doing all I could to get her where I wanted her. "Love is an illusion I don't have to offer. What you will experience with me is something far more powerful, something primal and dangerous. It's not love… It's obsession." My lips brushed her jaw, my breath hot against her skin, and she shuddered at my words. What did she think? That I'd tell her I loved her? Fuck, no. I had no love to offer my Kasmine. I had gone past love. What I felt for her now was an obsession. I was scared... So scared that one day, my obsession would become a disorder. That is how obsessed I was with her.

I enunciated. "Darling, I'm sorry to say this but you are naive, pure, and a bit stupid if I must add," He said and I scoffed. "What? Why?" I asked. "Love and obsession aren't so different, love can be beautiful but also very ugly. Love heals but it also destroys, love isn't easy and of course it doesn't have to be hard, but it is, not every day is the same there is always one problem or another people change with time, and love fades. People fall out of love too and it's not as easy as it seems, there are times when it becomes overwhelming and sometimes you just have to hold on even if it hurts. But when you are in love and also obsessed there is no way you'll let go" He articulated with a

Thinking what’s the difference between love and obsession. “Do you love him that much?” “You knew how much I love him ever since when we were young. I just stopped and give value to our friendship when he got engaged but when they broke up—I think it’s the sign that we are the ones who are meant for each other.” Obsessed, the man thought. he can see through the woman’s eyes that she doesn’t love the person she’s talking about rather, she was obsessed with him. And obsession may trigger mental health and he was afraid that the woman will totally go insane.

"Yes, I think so!" "Okay, so what were you guys talking about?" "Maybe you can already guess it and I think he really loves you sincerely." "Sincerely? But I feel like she's just obsessed with me and it's not love!" "What's the difference? You also seem to be obsessed with me. How are you sure that your feelings for me are really love or just a desire to possess?"

Real close. “You don’t get to mourn her.” I seethed, my grip on him tightening. His tears soaked his cheeks. Pathetic. “I loved her—” “You never loved her,” I spat. “You wanted to own her. That’s not love. That's obsession, you bastard.” It was crazy. I never thought I would differentiate between love and obsession. I had been obsessed at first, but it grew into love, but now it seemed like it was going to be cut short before seeing the light of day.