Passion or Obsession
Obsession or passion?
Where does the line lie?
I knew he existed when he sauntered into the coffeeshop.
I knew I liked him when he ordered the exact same drink as me.
I knew his likings, when I saw his Star Wars keychains.
I knew where he lived, as I followed him back.
I knew so much about him.
But I still did not know what he would think of me.
And so, I will remain, silently sipping my cappuccino with extra whipped cream.
If passion is obsession,
I guess I’m obsessed.