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Obsession Over My Favourite Person

Wednesday

Wellknown Ace
It’s strange how one person can quietly take root in your mind. They linger like candle smoke after the flame dies—beautiful, haunting, impossible to ignore. I tell myself it’s not obsession, merely fascination… but my heart disagrees.

I notice everything about them. The way their voice softens when they care, the way they exist so effortlessly while I overanalyze every breath. They don’t even try, and yet they’ve bewitched me completely. I think of them when I shouldn’t, smile when I remember something they said, and scold myself for being so tragically sentimental.

I want to keep them safe from the world—wrap them in my quiet affection and make sure nothing ever hurts them. Not because I own them, but because I feel them. Deeply. Maybe too deeply.

If they ever knew how much space they occupy in my thoughts, they’d probably run. And I’d let them. But I’d still think of them every night when the world goes still, wondering if somewhere, in some small corner of their mind, they think of me too.

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It’s strange how one person can quietly take root in your mind. They linger like candle smoke after the flame dies—beautiful, haunting, impossible to ignore. I tell myself it’s not obsession, merely fascination… but my heart disagrees.

I notice everything about them. The way their voice softens when they care, the way they exist so effortlessly while I overanalyze every breath. They don’t even try, and yet they’ve bewitched me completely. I think of them when I shouldn’t, smile when I remember something they said, and scold myself for being so tragically sentimental.

I want to keep them safe from the world—wrap them in my quiet affection and make sure nothing ever hurts them. Not because I own them, but because I feel them. Deeply. Maybe too deeply.

If they ever knew how much space they occupy in my thoughts, they’d probably run. And I’d let them. But I’d still think of them every night when the world goes still, wondering if somewhere, in some small corner of their mind, they think of me too.

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Who is that lucky guy gorgeous...
 
It’s strange how one person can quietly take root in your mind. They linger like candle smoke after the flame dies—beautiful, haunting, impossible to ignore. I tell myself it’s not obsession, merely fascination… but my heart disagrees.

I notice everything about them. The way their voice softens when they care, the way they exist so effortlessly while I overanalyze every breath. They don’t even try, and yet they’ve bewitched me completely. I think of them when I shouldn’t, smile when I remember something they said, and scold myself for being so tragically sentimental.

I want to keep them safe from the world—wrap them in my quiet affection and make sure nothing ever hurts them. Not because I own them, but because I feel them. Deeply. Maybe too deeply.

If they ever knew how much space they occupy in my thoughts, they’d probably run. And I’d let them. But I’d still think of them every night when the world goes still, wondering if somewhere, in some small corner of their mind, they think of me too.

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Wonderful writing! Even though this feeling is called "Fascination", its depth is much greater. Your writing proves how silent and intense true love can be.
Awesome Intelligence
 
It’s strange how one person can quietly take root in your mind. They linger like candle smoke after the flame dies—beautiful, haunting, impossible to ignore. I tell myself it’s not obsession, merely fascination… but my heart disagrees.

I notice everything about them. The way their voice softens when they care, the way they exist so effortlessly while I overanalyze every breath. They don’t even try, and yet they’ve bewitched me completely. I think of them when I shouldn’t, smile when I remember something they said, and scold myself for being so tragically sentimental.

I want to keep them safe from the world—wrap them in my quiet affection and make sure nothing ever hurts them. Not because I own them, but because I feel them. Deeply. Maybe too deeply.

If they ever knew how much space they occupy in my thoughts, they’d probably run. And I’d let them. But I’d still think of them every night when the world goes still, wondering if somewhere, in some small corner of their mind, they think of me too.

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Aww lovely dear ❤️ :blush:
 
It’s strange how one person can quietly take root in your mind. They linger like candle smoke after the flame dies—beautiful, haunting, impossible to ignore. I tell myself it’s not obsession, merely fascination… but my heart disagrees.

I notice everything about them. The way their voice softens when they care, the way they exist so effortlessly while I overanalyze every breath. They don’t even try, and yet they’ve bewitched me completely. I think of them when I shouldn’t, smile when I remember something they said, and scold myself for being so tragically sentimental.

I want to keep them safe from the world—wrap them in my quiet affection and make sure nothing ever hurts them. Not because I own them, but because I feel them. Deeply. Maybe too deeply.

If they ever knew how much space they occupy in my thoughts, they’d probably run. And I’d let them. But I’d still think of them every night when the world goes still, wondering if somewhere, in some small corner of their mind, they think of me too.

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