I can’t stop thinking about her; she’s lodged in my mind like a pulse I can’t silence. Every breath I take twists around her presence, every shadow I see could be her, every sound could be her whisper. I want to be inside the very air she moves through, to follow her even in dreams, to feel her everywhere at once. My world has narrowed to her alone, and the thought of anything else makes my chest twist with unbearable hunger—I don’t just want her, I need her, in every fragment of me.