My desire to possess her heart is nothing short of a firestorm consuming all thought, effort and emotion, using my subconscious as an accelerant.

But what if I were successful? Then what?

Whats her tolerance for shenanigans and fuck-ups?

And how tolerant is my own ego?

My desire does not care about these questions. A roaring inferno would care less than my desire.

My spirit fights against my chest, the only thing preventing it from leaving, traveling time and space to be near her.

Sometimes I wonder if that fire has been there my entire life. What if that desire has secretly sabotaged every decision I’ve made, quietly pushing my spirit back to her?

I’m describing addiction, arent I?