"New love can look for all the world like mental illness..."
just do not take my word for it. with or without NYT, that is what it feels like, like an obsession. to me, that euphoric feeling of desiring somebody is not love, it is a possessive obsession. it is a feeling, it is fleeting, and if it serves anything at all, that i do not care to elaborate on. that state of confusion often referred to as "being in love" is nothing like what i call being in love with life itself. the latter is peaceful, nothing like the sheer madness of the former that feels like a curse. whenever i fall pray to it, i am left with nothing more than to take a few deep breaths.
many thanks to my friend who initially pointed out this article to me.
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