I can't define it as love though. It's too easy if I say that I love him. I don't know anything about him. How can I say that I love him? This feeling is heartaching, so much, yet fascinating. This is so good to have someone to be a reason why do I still live in this cruel world and he is my truly reason.
I can't define it as an obsession though. I can sleep, I can eat without him. I'm not that hopelessly like him that way. I still have a life to live and dreams to catch. And even if I don't have him, that's not a big deal for me.
I can't define it as an admiration. I like him just the way he is. I like his soul. I like him not because his ability to do something, not because his beautiful and perfect face, I like him with no reason. At all.
I can't define it as lust either. I don't want him to laid with me. I don't want to making in love with him. I have no idea about sex thing, though.
I like him but I look at him like he is the only earth I could live in. I look at him like he is the only star in the sky. I look at him like he is the only thing that increase my interest to live my life better than before. I look at him like he is the mouthful of flaws and sins but I still like him that way. The world seems disinterest for me, but I look at him like he matters.
Is it love, obsession, or admiration or--the worst of all-- lust?
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