love her? No. obsessed completely. thank heavens obsessed. Obsession, — F.K. Preston, Artist, Audience a Man Called Nothing

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Did I love her? No. I obsessed over her completely. And thank heavens I was obsessed. Obsession, infatuation, is something short-lived. A sweet fever dream that leaves you exhausted from the high. Love is perpetual. Love is an entire world compared to that other form of mania people mistake love for. If love is loving the reality of a person, obsession is idealising the fantasy of another. Did I love her? No. Never. But I was utterly obsessed.

F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing

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