Novel & Cerita What Is Love Obsession

He says and I can't stop crying. I love him and I feel that Oliver is what deep down I've always wanted, I know that we've only known each other for two months and that we often seem like two crazy people, but I love him and I'm completely in love, I've never felt something as strong as this and I feel like I'm going to love Oliver forever. “I can’t stop crying,” I said sniffling. “It’s okay, you cry when you cum and you cry when I say I love you, you’re a crybaby.” He says amused.

I continued to express my emotions, taking it all out. “Just looking at you made my day. I felt I couldn't be much happier. I am so lucky to have you as my wife. I couldn't ask for more when I have you.” Grinning, I whispered. “I know You are tired of this game of obsession, aren't you? But, Don't you think that obsession is also a form of love? That I am crazy and obsessed with my Love? Don't you get it? You are my Eternal Obsession. Even the universe cannot take you away from me and me away from you. I am made for you and you for me. We both are each other's obsession. That's what we are. Different from others. That's why there's no couple like us.”

"Besides, it's not like you can actually break up with him because of me. Unless you're planning on letting all hell loose. If he could kill two people for you in a space of two weeks, then he's obsessed. Which is strange because, you know, his 'romance and emotional entanglement are bad for business' code. But it seems he really loves you if he's going against that." "I don't think what we have is love." I cringed. "What do you mean?" She frowned. "I'm saying 'love' is such a strong word. It's more like we're obsessed with each other than crazily in love." I shrugged as I sat on the bed. "Obsessed, love, what's the difference? They are literally the same thing it’s just that one is spelt wi

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.

"You shouldn't say things like that Heaven, you sound obsessed with me." "What if I am obsessed with you? I couldn't bare it to lose you." I add, trying to ignore the pain of what it would feel like to actually lose him. "Heaven." I hear him sigh. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. Love and obsession aren't the same thing." "They can be." "Oh Heaven, what am I going to do with you?" "You can love me the same way I love you." "Yeah, and what kind of love is that?" He asks.

Freddie answered. "It means?" "There is like just like. There is something that leads to obsession. There is love that is love. And there is love that is based on obsession. So which like and love do you mean?" Abigail frowned. "Mm... a kind of like where our heart beats faster than usual when we see that person. Then we wish we could keep seeing him. Waiting for his message; who knows when it will come in? Or beating just by getting a greeting from him?"

"That's all I am." "It's complicated." "No, it's not," Elena said quietly. "You hate me. But you want to fuck me. And that's tearing you apart." "Don't reduce this…" "To what? The truth?" Elena stepped closer. "I know exactly what I feel." "And what's that?" "I love you," Elena said simply. "I've loved you since I was fifteen. I loved you when I left. And God help me, I love you now." Dante went still.

“Love does not kill like this.” James said nothing. “That is not what love is.” The voice got quieter, not louder, which somehow made it land harder. “Love is what those two alphas has for me. That is love — something that sees you and chooses you and doesn’t need you to be the only one of your kind to feel safe. That is love. What you feel—” a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.”

He had his hand around my neck as I felt his hot breath on my face. "I can fucking snap your neck anytime princess." "Then do it." I hissed out through gritted teeth. He just stayed there. I knew he wanted to hit me, but he didn't. I provoke him on a daily, but still, he won't hurt me. I know in his sick head that he loves me more than anything in this world. I sometimes find myself feeling sorry for him. It's like something bad happened to him in his childhood that has forced him to love too hard and it drives him crazy. It's like he needs me to keep him sane. I know this all sounds off, but it's been over a year. Since he got ahold of me. I have grown a custom to this life. My body betrays

He chose to remain silent all through as he bore his eyes on hers, sending a thousand messages through the eye contact, he didn't know how to refute her words but he was sure he felt some strange things for West which he knew was this weird thing everybody calls "Love" "In as much as I feel guilty for what I did and I still do but don't fucking tell me we mean nothing to each other...To hell with that barbaric statement, it's utter nonsense, rubbish" Lincoln could finally let out, West subconsciously swallowed hard In nervousness when seeing that deadly look in Lincoln's eyes. He seemed to be holding onto his last straw of patience, he knew within himself that nobody had ever and was never g