What Is The Difference Between Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

She knew how to read me better than most. I sipped my wine, leaned back, looked at her. “You think I’m obsessed?” I asked suddenly. She met my eyes without flinching. “With Marie?” I nodded. “Not obsessed,” she said slowly. “Consumed.” “What’s the difference?” “Obsession is wild. You’re still too focused. Too calculated. This is… something else. You want to own her.” I didn’t deny it. I pushed the plate aside, stood, and walked around the table. She looked up at me, lips still wet from the wine. Her robe had slipped further, exposing more of her chest. I reached for her hand, pulled her to her feet.

"Oh, Cathy. That's not love. That's obsession." "It's the same thing," I whispered. "No," she breathed. "It's really not."

"Yes sir, I guess so." "Then you most know the difference between love and obsession, would you call this love? Abducting a girl you have always wanted just because you want her. Your heart also pierced into two when she's with another man, you can take all day staring at her. I guess it's why am here instead of my office." He asked with a long face. A very long face that shares story of his lamentations. "Abducting her is one thing, but the other you have mentioned is love sir. I guess you love her too much and would love to keep her close forever.... it's why you abducted her, because you love her." The man said in little of his knowledge.

“I sure have I guess I will leave you to it I know you’ve got a lot on your plate at the moment. Don’t forget it’s movie night tonight 6pm and pot luck dinner I will see you then” She turns and walks out my office and I can’t help but admire that tight plump muscular ass of hers I moan at the thought of her naked under neath me bare skin against bare skin. My wolf pipes up “you’ll regret this our mate isn’t too far away now we need her she is fated to us for a reason as Esme is fated to another. Our mate is the other half of our soul don’t play a hand in the fates it’s not meant to be you need to let her go stop being so obsessive it’s not a healthy obsession”

“You really do have no idea what kind of person you got involved with, do you?” He leaned back, taking another drag. The smoke curled up between us. “Let me explain it to you like this. If you talk about value and respect, he values and respects me the most, he’d do anything I asked without a second thought even if that thing includes taking his life. But now, if we talk about obsession and love, he’s head over heels obsessed with you and willing against his value for that which is me”.

“My father has to agree, at least if I give him something in return.” “You’re gonna make a deal for me?” “I’m gonna make a deal for us,” He whispered and smiled slightly again. “What’s love to you, Bella?” “I, uh…” the question was unexpected. I had never put the feelings into words before. “I don’t know, exactly. I don’t think anyone does. But if I had to say then I think—I think the thing that separates infatuation from love is the fact that when you’re in love, you don’t obsess for a few months—you obsess for a lifetime. I’d say that love is not a tremendous blizzard, but the calm after one and that if you think you described it perfectly, you’ve never experienced it.”

I felt so happy. "She is so tiny!" Raymond exclaimed as I giggled. I couldn't ask for more. A happy family. Everything. In the end, I realized, 'There's no couple like us. We are different from everyone. Because our relationship is based on obsession not on love. We are each other's obsession. I was an idiot for not to realize that little thing that our obsession is our love for each other. Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION.' THE END

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

A person could say she was almost excited for it . She closed her eyes and leaned in and all she felt was a brush of a lip against hers. It couldn’t be considered a kiss and as she opened her eyes , she felt immerse disappointment. Lilian was baffled and shocked at her own emotions and she realized she hadn’t thought of Ben in the moment . She hadn’t thought of the man she claimed to love , the man she was not long ago and still willing to spend the rest of her life with. She couldn’t analyze further as she was swept into a sea of well wishers congratulating them on every side. She basked in the moment a little longer imagining everything was real and she was actually getting married of her

“I love you. Not because of what you’ve done or who you’ve become, but because you’re my daughter. That will never change.” “Even after everything?” “Even after everything. That’s what real love looks like—it doesn’t go away when someone disappoints you or hurts you or becomes someone you don’t recognize.” “I love you too, Mother.” “Then prove it by getting better. Prove it by making sure my sacrifice meant something.” As they led me back to my cell, I finally understood the difference between love and obsession. Love wanted Maxwell to be happy, even if that meant being happy without me. Obsession demanded Maxwell love me back, regardless of what that cost him or anyone else.