What Is The Difference Between Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

"When she left, I already learned my lesson. I shall never take her by force even if she's also in love with us." That's what he thought, too. Loving and being obsessed are two different things. But sadly, they're both in love and obsessed. Although they're trying to reign themselves, afraid for the history to repeat itself and waste another bunch of years being apart from her. They were obsessed back then. They didn't think of the consequences of taking her by force. They didn't think what might happen if such acts would bring her trauma.

Make love to me slow and gentle" as his fingertips rubbed the other's chin. Ray hummed softly in response, his body instantly getting hot and responding to the sexy specimen on his lap as he slid his hand on Justin's back sending sparks down the Justin's spine. The fear they had felt during the time of separation of not being able to see or hold each other, their pain and longing, sleepless nights of missing the person they loved, was still fresh in their minds. So they poured all their love into their gaze and got drowned in the romantic moment. Ray planted wet kisses on Justin's neck and collarbones while the elder unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

Because love makes a person blind. Loving is a ruthless gamble and once you fall you could only pay for the compensation your whole life. For once, I understand that there is only a thin film between love and obsession and I am afraid that I have long been dawdling in between. And I, don’t want to wallow in regret.

Killian's voice invades my mind. "Lucy, baby, come back to bed. Stop obsessing. I can feel your anxiety through the bond, and it's not healthy for you." Slowly I stand up, stretching. I fold my lap blanket and place it on my chair. I climb back into bed and try to fall asleep. Instead, I just watch the clock as the hours and minutes tick by. I watch Killian sleep the rise and fall of his chest. He really was the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on. The mate bond was not what I expected. I had only read books on it. I never got to witness it for myself. I never truly felt loved except Axel, but that was more of how I felt for Lanie, protective like it was my duty to keep her safe. I feel

However, this afternoon was different; Rowan couldn't keep his attention on the work as he stared at Calista. Rowan had always had feelings for his best friend, and they had been deepening even more over the last few months, and no matter who he tried to fuck he couldn’t seem to get Calista out of his head. Every time Rowan looked at Calista now, he could no longer see her only as his best friend.

At this point, he lacked the strength to get a smile halfway through, bothering at it would clearly be a waste of time, but he struggled to lay one on me. "love and obsession are two different things. They seem alike, but are very much apart —" "Are you saying I'm obsessed with the guy?" Gotta admit, I did love how sincere, and unsugarcoated his words relentlessly were, as much as I love that I didn't take them overly personal. "Don't get me wrong Aaron. First, you need to ask yourself, which is it. I'm I in love with this boy, or is he the ideal character I'd love to be?"

I looked forward, placing my elbows on the counter and resting my chin on my folded hands. “I just have a question.” I said nothing to that and nodded after a while. “Is it really love?” I stilled, turning to him very slowly. He stared at me, his expression serious. “What?” “Is it really love, Alexander?” he repeated, like I didn't hear him the first time. “Of course it’s love! What else would it be?” “An obsession. An addiction. Trust me, they can be similar, but they’re very different. And those two are not healthy, Alexander. They’re dangerous.”

His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.

Yvo says "That ain't love, Yvo. That's an obsession. There's a big difference in it. " I said "It. Is. Love. I know what I'm feeling. So please do believe me. " Yvo insisted. "I don't care if it's love or obsession for you. I don't care what you do to them, just don't ruin my plans and we're good." I said