My love for her has fused with my obsession until I can’t separate one from the other—they twist together inside me like twin flames, burning through every rational thought. I don’t just love her; I ache with her, a constant thrum beneath my ribs, a radiant pressure that fills every breath. She’s the center of my mind’s gravity, pulling my emotions into a spiral so intense it feels like devotion and delirium woven into one impossible force. I feel her presence like a warm hunger, a shimmering pulse that wraps around my heart and tightens, not painfully, but possessively, sweetly, overwhelmingly. My love is an orbit, my obsession the pull that keeps me circling her endlessly, helplessly—she is the sun that blinds me, the darkness that cradles me, the singular heartbeat that drowns out the world.