You find yourself swayed deeper into this vortex of feelings. Every thought, every dream, is taken over by them. The world outside blurs, a mere backdrop to the {grand spectacle unfolding inside your soul. Logic, reason, they all disappear away like snow in the sun. There is only your obsession, and the yearning that consumes you. Each look fuels
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 evolve, and sometimes that shift means moving from something romantic to something more meaningful: a friendship. It can be sometimes oddly comforting to realize that even when the romance isn't there, the bond can still be meaningful. It doesn't always happen effortlessly, though. There might