Obsession Vs Infatuation Novels & Stories

Lalissa asked gently. The question made my chest ache. "I don't know. He's never said it. He's possessive and intense and he wants me. But I don't know if that's love or just him wanting to own me." "Girl, that's not love," Octavia said, her voice softer now but still firm. "That's obsession. And obsession isn't sustainable." "I know." I muttered. "Do you?" Octavia leaned forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, you're throwing away a good guy who actually loves you for someone who might just be using you."

He whispered between his teeth, soft but sharp: "No, you said you loved him a lot. Aren’t those feelings? I bet he’s in love with you… if not you with him. Friendship between a male and female is impossible. After closeness, instincts decide fate." His hand slowly slid down lower, tracing confidently and calmly, stirring my body. His touches were light but burning. My body shivered, and I whispered nervously: "Mr. Dorian, please… someone… might see us." I gasped as I heard the sound of a zipper opening.

"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."

“How do I tell the difference between love and obsession? You were obsessed with Heather, even though we all warned you that she was still in love with her ex. And now you’re with Becky, so what is the difference between how you felt for Heather and how you feel for Becky?” “Heather was an obsession,” he agreed thoughtfully, “but I didn’t realize it at the time. Looking back and comparing it with what I feel for Becky, the two feelings are so completely different, it’s like comparing apples and oranges. With Heather, it was all about satisfying my urges, and my needs. I thought about her all the time and I thought that was love but it was more like an internal monologue that had gotten stuck

my countenance suddenly changed like the ruthless boss I was known to be, both the calm version Gwen saw earlier on, I can't afford to be weak in front of my men because I don't play with whatever concerns me, especially my job "Where's my substance? I need Mario alive and my package intact. Did you get what I want?" I asked, their stare made me furious, I hit the table in front of me, standing on my feet, they stared at me eyeball to eyeball, knowing what I could do if no one started talking

Jennifer, who was only a year younger than Vicky, had experienced no less than Vicky over the years. Seeing Vicky's interest in the topic, Jennifer spoke up, "Anthony's mother told me that most obsessions aren't from true emotions, but rather a person's deeply ingrained principles. Some people have a strong obsession with certain things, which may be due to experiencing something profound that contradicts their beliefs."

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."

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."

"My experiences and wealth, you'll have them in the future too. This world belongs to you,the young man." The girl looked up with some confusion, questioning Winston Barrymore, "Is there a difference between infatuation and liking? If I'm not infatuated with you, how could I like you?" "Wrong. Infatuation is temporary, even more fleeting than liking. Maybe in a few years, you'll find me turned into an old geezer, and you won't be infatuated with me anymore. Liking is wanting to spend a long time with someone, wanting to see expressions they've never shown in public, even if they embarrass themselves, you still feel incredibly fond of them. You want to tease them, and you dare to tease them.

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.