I am obsessed with her. I know she's my person. A pull, light as a feather, yet strong as gravity. A possessiveness littered in fear of her absence; a cold loneliness at the lack of her presence. An ache unimaginably unyielding when we're apart. I belong to her soul, and she mine. For the first time, I have fallen in true love, not purely infatuation in false hopes of a love come true. A feeling terrifying yet a warmth...