Obsession in Disguise

There were nights when I’d stay up refreshing a chat box, hoping they’d reply. Just a “hey” could send me spiraling into a fantasy. I’d memorize the way they typed, the emojis they used, the timing of their responses. My mind would wrap itself around them like ivy, even if they hadn’t truly given me anything to hold on to. I mistook that rush of attention for connection. It felt electric, but underneath it, I was quietly unraveling. I think I confused obsession with meaning. I used to let someone take up so much space in my thoughts that there was barely any room left for me. I’d plan my day around their availability, reread conversations like they held answers, and ignore the parts of me that felt anxious and small. I didn’t know how to let things unfold. I only knew how to chase the high of being wanted, even if it was temporary. Lately, I’ve been learning to breathe in the pauses. To like someone without needing constant validation. To come back to myself when I start drifting too far into someone else. I still get butterflies, but I no longer let them carry me away. Because I know now that love isn’t about urgency, it’s about presence. And the right kind of love will never make me feel like I have to earn my place in it. #slowdownlove #emotionalbalance #overthinkinglove #obsessivefeelings #gentleromance ⛓️

• Overthinking
• Relationship
• Obsession