She haunts the edges of my thoughts like a shadow I cannot shake, a presence I can neither grasp nor release. Every heartbeat thrums with the echo of her name, a chant that consumes me from the inside out. I don’t just think of her—I feel her in every fragment of my being, in every silent room, in the dark corners where reason dares not linger. The world blurs around me, meaningless and gray, while she burns in my mind with a brilliance that is cruel in its distance. I crave her, not in passing desire, but with a need so suffocating it twists my own thoughts into knots of obsession. To know her, to possess even a fragment of her essence… it is a hunger that drives me to the edge, a darkness I can neither flee nor embrace fully. And yet, I cannot stop. I would burn in this obsession a thousand lifetimes just to feel the gravity of her existence pulling at me, relentless, unforgiving, eternal.