You find yourself pulled deeper into this abyss of yearning. Every thought, every dream, is taken over by them. The world outside dissolves, a mere backdrop to the {grand spectacle unfolding inside your soul. Logic, reason, they all melt away like frost in the sun. There is only your obsession, and the yearning that consumes you. Every glance fuel
Condemnation, a venomous/a destructive/a corrosive force, can twist/warp/deform the very fabric of society/relationships/individuality. It casts a long shadow/creates ripples of destruction/spreads like wildfire, infecting/poisoning/contaminating even the purest intentions/most well-meaning hearts/kindest souls. Blindly/Unquestioningly/Relentlessly
Sometimes that initial attraction fades. Relationships shift, and sometimes that shift means moving from something romantic to something deeper: a friendship. It can be sometimes oddly comforting to realize that even when the romance isn't there, that connection can still be truly special. It doesn't always happen effortlessly, though. There might