#2 – Obsessions

I like to think that I’m not that obsessive, maybe a little.

Maybe it has to do with men with blue eyes and dark hair who happen to be actors that play my favorite comic book heroes.

I’m not that obsessive, really I’m not.

Except when it comes to counting calories and sticking to minuscule serving sizes just so I can retain just a little bit of control of my life.

I think that I’m becoming obsessive, and I can’t help it.

It probably started when an old boyfriend told me that loving me was the hardest thing he’s had to do. I loved him for four years,

I’m obsessive, maybe to a fault.

Maybe I become obsessed with things because I’m so desperate to give my love.