What Is Obsession In Love Novels & Stories

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

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

Now Arzal was speechless, at her angry comeback. "Because obsession and love have different paths," Seraphina uttered, gaining everyone's attention towards her. "Obsession and love might have the same destination but they follow different ways to reach that destination, Neva," Arzal was wordlessly staring at Seraphina, as she stated. "Love believes in giving and sharing but obsession believes in taking and snatching only," Those words were coming out from her heart as Seraphina had lived on that fine line between obsession and love.

Sometimes we love someone to the point we forget ourself in front of that person, sometimes that love becomes so paranoid that it turns into obsession. There is a thin line between love and obsession, if you cross that line, it suffocates both you and that person. Love is a very painful emotion, it makes you insecure, you always think of that person first while doing anything. Love also brings a spring breeze, it makes you happy for no apparent reason. You smile like a silly idiot thinking about your beloved.

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 leaned back in my chair and let out a soft sigh, “We know he's fine, he just needs some time to get over or accept the truth.” Chris frowned, “We know that time will never come. He's really obsessed with you.” Now that he called it obsession, it turned me off really more. Obsession and love were two different things. Perhaps because he couldn't have me, he kept obsessing over me all because he wanted to win. So what if we eventually become a couple? What if the whole competition comes to a stop? Would his love for me reduce or he would just treat me like every other person?

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.

“Do you feel that? Like someone is out there.” He followed my gaze but the cliffs looked empty. “I do not see anything. But I feel it too. The messages have stopped for now but something is still out there. Someone is still watching.” I leaned back into him, holding his hand tightly. “We will face it when it comes. Together. No matter who it is. No matter what new shadow appears. We have survived too much to let fear win now.” John kissed me softly. “Together. Always.” As we sat there under the stars with the ocean singing its eternal song, I realized the truth. Our love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful daughter and brought our family back together. But the obsession it created

"Let's agree, Eleanor. We can't forget the night we had together. We've made mistakes, and it's unfair for us to be dwelling on it." “As you said Sebastian, the night didn't mean anything to you neither did it mean anything to me also”, she paused looking right into his eyes “So, what you're trying to do here, can't work Sebastian, I'm married for crying out loud”, He tightened his firm on the wall as she tried pushing him Again “please,just leave” “Is that what you want, Ele?” he asked as he watched her answer. “Yes”,her voice uncertain and doubtfully His gaze locked onto Eleanor's, his eyes searching for any sign of the connection they once shared. He saw the faintest look of it in her eye