He called it limerence, that of which I am afflicted with.
“A mild case, not to worry.”
Upon hearing this I was gratefully relived at first, for the briefest moment.
As I was worried that I had become some sort of desperate obsessive.
But then again, how was this any better?
“Don’t worry, we’re all a little crazy.” He continued. “Celebrate your scars, polish your wounds.”
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