What the OP describes sounds suspiciously like the latest Pink song, Glitter in the Air. For what it’s worth, I’ve felt that way, but not really since I was a teenager and all angsty. A lot of it had to do with lack of self-confidence, though. I have a husband who I adore, but when I was younger, I let my romantic relationships define me; I don’t do that anymore.
However, if you were to ask me about my children… Obviously, completely not sexual, but sometimes thinking about them hurts. But it’s because I can’t seem to help but think about all the things that could happen to them and I know that one day I’ll no longer be the world to them, the “perfect” person I am to them now. I try not to be all obsessive about it, though, 'cause you can’t change it (nor should you) and that’d be weird and confusing for them.
When I was 20, one of my coworkers was almost unbearably beautiful. It was sometimes hard to be around her because, dammit, I couldn’t think of anything else. We ended up dating for about a year and a half.
Except for the actual consummation, the description sounds like the definition of boybandfandom. Screaming, ripping out your own hair, not being able to eat or sleep because you want Justin Bieber/NKOTB/NSYNC/Backstreet Boys/Hanson/Ringo so bad. I didn’t really go through it, but I had friends who did.
Nope-have successfully steered clear of anything associated with that franchise. Thank you for your concern tho.
Both/either: could be a mixture of the two. The emphasis here is on something which is so blissfully intense that nothing can soothe it over (as tdn said in post #14).
No. It was just casual friendship to him and he never knew how I felt. I am ah hem quite a bit older than he is, and I think he looked at me as a security blanket.
Like I said, it was quite an impossible situation, and I never deluded myself that the feelings would ever be returned.
If you’re that insanely obessed with someone, especially someone you aren’t actually in a relationship with, then it’s pretty much a self generated ideal you’re obsessing on, not the actual person. It’s fantasy. It isn’t real. Nobody is that great.
