Novel & Cerita Why Are You So Obsessed With Me Meme

Their hands hovered over their mouths with pure excitement gleaming across their eyes. "You and Mr Nash are so cute. You both make me believe love is real." Julia spat. "I know right, Mr Nash is so much obsessed with her. I wish my boyfriend was that obsessed." Sophia added and suddenly I realized that obsession wasn't because he actually loved me. The person he is obssesed with is Emerald and he's doing this all for her. Why did I suddenly get happy at the thought of it? Why was I getting excited as the role of a replacement, what was I even doing anymore?

Only his voice stayed clear. He asked it without warning. “Why do you like Adrian? Does he give you everything you want in a man?” The question hit me square in the chest. I opened my mouth and nothing useful came out. Then I swallowed hard and nervously, took a deep breath before trying to continue. “I’ve known him since… since forever.” I smiled. The feeling of betrayal on myself was heavy so I contradicted myself. “Well, from work. We were sort of… buddies, and then…” I stuttered, heat flooding my face. “I

Because instead of forgetting, instead of letting it fade into something insignificant, I become obsessed. With it…. With the why? With the how? With The Who? I become obsessed with the curiosity of unraveling it all and the more I try to rationalize it, the more It sits at the back of my mind like an itch I can’t scratch, it’s quiet at first when I try to suppress it but then it’s loud, it becomes louder and louder as if it’s clawing at the seams of my sanity until it’s all I can think about in between sentences, in between breaths, in between pretending I’m fine.

“What are you??” “I am a werewolf like I said before,” Mia replied convincingly. “I thought it was a joke” “You should know better,I had never joked in a time like that” she answered with an expressionless face. “Please come back,you will get a Fever” Mia begged me, I couldn’t say no to her,she was my best friend and the only one who cared about me.

And that attraction was lethal making him want her more and more each and every time when she would come infront him. For some odd reason, that girl was becoming an unhealthy obsession for him.

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.”

What did I do in my past life to invite this kind of karma? Me: “Glad I could get you motivated. As for the obsession, you should get that checked out by a doctor. #unhealthy #creepy #givingpsychovibes” I dropped my phone and made my bed before entering the shower. By the time I came out fully dressed, another text from Les was waiting for me. Les: “I already had it checked out. They said it's because I'm crazy about you. #yourestuckwithme #ificanthaveyounoonelsewill”

*Hmm…I would rather choose to be obsessed with your money than with you. Her words ran through my head again. Fuck! Why can’t I just forget about it?!

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

I pout “You don't think?” “Hmmm, I think you're obsessed with the person you had their name tattooed on your body not me”