Dear myself,

Obsession is such a terrifying thing. The urge to have someone or something even if it kills. For years we had been obsessing over the same person. And we always wondered what the sole reason was that we kept on going even though the agony was leaving us battered mentally. The time we invested only to be there for this one person. The emotional pain because of the unbearable longing. The disappointment because of the apathic response of that person. Yet we kept on going, kept on obsessing. So sometimes I want to ask. Why? Why we kept on walking that path? That dark and lonely and thorny path? Did our eyes become blind of everything else? Or did we blind ourselves?

Yes, I still remember how pleasant it was to have that person smiled. How warm it was when that person was around. How our heart beat so loud when we came in touch with that one person. How light-headed we were when we shared that kiss. How the loneliness was casted away because that one person was beside us. But we both know that we could not have the heart of that person. And it was so hard of us to admit that 'it was not meant to be'.

Obsession is such a terrifying thing, isn't it, dear me? Don't you remember how our heart bled so furiously? How we despised ourselves because of what we felt, and yet we could not stop what had overflowed? How we became addicted of each stab in our heart?

Dear myself, obsession is a terrifying thing.