And you know, you are pretty sure it can’t be healthy, can’t be normal to want someone with such ferocity, abandoning your mind and conscience, giving up reasons and throwing away everything just to be able to watch him. It can’t be normal to think of him, day and night, so he must have charmed you, enchanted you, cast his wicked spell over you. Is it a love potion? Is it a spell? Your eyes never cease searching for his lithe figure in the crowd, scanning the mob of people just to catch a glimpse of his face, to grasp a waft of his scent. He’s poisoning you, but there isn’t a thing you are willing to do other than being poisoned by him.
