Obsession About Someone Novels & Stories

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

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. Two people in a relationship should trust each other and respect each other's boundaries. Both of you have lives outside of this relationship and that's okay. You need to give each other space when required but still know that your relationship is strong and you love each other. Can we ever know about a person just by social media? We all tend to think of ourselves as little Sherlock Holmes when we “judge” how a person is. Just memes all day, and that person is a super funny and super happy person. Deep words and poetry, and that p

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

I just ruined my good vibe remembering her, "She completely fucked up the one good thing I had going on in my life... her." "There we go again," Angel groans, "She wasn't even a good girlfriend, dude. Get over her already." I can't. I'm damaged mentally in a lot of ways. One of them is being obsessive over people. It sucks a lot. Sometimes I can manage it... but sometimes I can't. My therapist says I over-fixate on people since everyone I love usually dies a terrible death so I just hold on to anyone with everything I have. And that makes me the most annoying boyfriend, according to my exes. I'm SO FUCKING annoying, they have to go on solo trips to find themselves and fuck other guys.

These past few days have got me reflecting quite a bit. I’m so desparate to find the good Samaritan to thank her, but Jake and his team have turned up very little information. I suppose it was to be expected with no leads to go on. It would be like finding a needle in a haystack. I think about the good Samaritan several times a day. The more I try to remember, and the more I try to recapture that feeling of safety and comfort, the further the memory seems to slip away. It’s starting to become an obsession.

I want to see him and have him hug me, but my pride is telling me to stay away. I shake my head a little to push back my thoughts about my mate. Anytime I even think of his name I begin to obsess about him. Where is he? What is he doing? Is he okay? It's baffling me. I have never felt this possessive or obsessive over someone. Nathan was my best friend and lover, but I could go hours without wondering what he was up to.

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

He looked so professional, so calm, which only made the secret thrumming inside me feel more illicit. “Ria, you aren’t a psychopath,” he said gently. “It’s actually quite normal to want to be near someone you like, or to keep tabs on them. However, it becomes an issue when it turns into a defining character trait for you. When you become truly obsessive with the following... that's different. You have to remember that sometimes, a person just needs their privacy.”

I made sure she didn’t see me, but I was desperate for just one peek at her. * * * Then I got angry at how distracted she made me, but I couldn't stop myself. I’ve become obsessed like nothing else before, and I have to have her. I have to be near her. My actions may make me seem crazy, but at this point I’m already all in. What’s a little crazy on top of it?