Admittedly, I was completely obsessed with the love of my life. The relationship was consuming and enormous—a fixation, really—and its dynamics ruled my days.
I could think of little else. My beloved was the first person I thought of when I awoke, and the last on my mind at night. But how could it not be so? My better half was incredibly seductive, the person everyone wanted to be with and to have just for themselves.
It was all as heady and potent as romantic love, yet it was not romantic at all.
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