It is an elusive and disgusting idea. One that preoccupies the mind in such demanding manner, that one cannot but help to isolate themselves from the rest of the world, because they fear the discovery of what feels to be their ultimate weakness: The most private and intimate of all emotional connection — Love.

Or anything like it. It shakes and topples the soul over and out. There is a hole in your heart, and you do not know who made it, or how they made it. All you know is that it possesses you. It drives you to do things you thought were only imagination.

It’s sickening to know how much power someone else has over your mind.

The worst part is that you know that you let it happen; you could have stopped it.

And deep down, you secretly enjoy it.