i asked my therapist this,
sitting on the edge of a couch, panicking,
because ocd means that you obsess about little things (if i defy the rules,
the world ends)and she says:
“you love him
enough
that your obsessions take a back seat”and i say, “but
does he?”and she says, “you love him
enough
that you talk about him in the depth of
a bad night, where everyone else would talk about
the white numbness that collides with your life:
you talk about him
because you want him to be happy
while you suffer.”and i say: i obsess easily. I want for normal things.
she says:
the sun obsesses about the earth, then.
no all love
is obsession.