Unattainable Love


 * In the middle of the night, I was turning and tossing in bed, but I just can’t get his face out of my head. When I think of the slightly upward corners of his lips, his chiseled jaws, his kissable Adam’s apple… Ah, I can’t stand it. Once again, I’ve been thinking of him the whole night. When I looked out of the window, it was already day time. This sort of obsessive unrequited lovesickness could literally swallow a secret admirer’s body and mind. *

What if it was literal?


 * Obsessive love is like a toxin. When a target is poisoned, it would inflict three levels of harm. Level 1: “I want to open myself up for you to see so badly.”; Level 2: “Without you, I’m just a hollow shell.”; Level 3: You torments me like a drug, and I’m going down forever.” *