Love is the greatest obsession of mind and body, of your existence... Your soul.

Love is the greatest feeling, tingling with promises of the future and something bright to behold. Something worth... To care about.

Love is the worst feeling, filled with terrible, terrible heartbreak and the void of despair. That hollowness consumes you, your purpose, all you ever felt.

To have love is wonderful and glorious, but to obsess it is to give up your sanity. Obsessed love will only tear at you, striking you cold-blooded when the worst of life hits you like a wrecking ball.

To simply have it is joyful and fine. But to obsess is simply stupidity and will only lead to tragic fates.

Love is dangerous.