You find yourself pulled deeper into this vortex of yearning. Every thought, every here dream, is taken over by them. The world outside dissolves, a mere backdrop to the {grandperformance unfolding inside your mind. Logic, reason, they all melt away like frost in the sun. There is only them, and the yearning that consumes you. Every glance becomes
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 transform, and sometimes that shift means moving from something romantic to something deeper: a friendship. It can be sometimes oddly comforting to realize that even when the romance isn't there, the bond can still be truly special. It doesn't always happen effortlessly, though. There might be