It starts small—maybe you doodle their name in your notebook or replay their lectures in your head like a favorite song. But when it tips into obsession, it feels like your whole world orbits around them. You analyze every word they say, read into casual gestures, and invent scenarios where they notice you 'unlike anyone else.' I once spent hours crafting an 'accidental' bump-in at a café, rehearsing lines like it was a movie scene. The worst part? You know it’s irrational, but the fantasy feels safer than reality.
Then comes the jealousy. Seeing them laugh with other students or mention their personal life twists your stomach. You might stalk their social media (even if it’s just LinkedIn—cringe), or worse, fabricate excuses to email them after class. When a friend joked, 'You quote them more than the textbook,' I realized I’d crossed from admiration to something messier. Healthy admiration inspires; obsession consumes.