Dear you,

Tell me, what, in your opinion, is the line between love and obsession? I know what mine is, but think of yours for a second before I tell you mine.

Love, love is wonderful. Love gives you a wonderful feeling and a feeling of safety.

Once love turns into obsession, it isn't safe anymore nor healthy and I can know. I have been there, obsessed with him who I thought I loved. He loved me, I realise that now, but I, I was obsessed with him. With his every word, his every movement. My thoughts were with him constantly, there was no space for anything or anyone else in my mind or heart.

I thought, I believed, this was love. Being able to think about nothing else than him, to chase him, to want to spend every moment with him.

Now I know better. I neglected my family, my friends, myself, for him. For his words, his touch. It was only when he told me 'I love you', something in me broke.

I still don't know why, or how, but I do know it's okay.

I learned and I grew. He is still there sometimes, in the back of my mind though. Creeping in, and I crave his words again, his being. I crave him being around.

But it wasn't love, what I feel with you is pure, feels real, feels safe. I want you to know this part of me, it's my past, but I want you to understand why I could hardly let you in, why I feel like I cannot trust myself with love.

But I know, this, this is real. We are real.

Thank you.

XOXO

Me