There is a thin line between insane and obsessed. I stand on that line, I am passionate about her. My darling, my love, the one only thing worth living for. The only thing worth dying for. She is my sunny day in human form, she is my saviour, she is my life. And yet, she has never spoken to me, glanced my way or even aknowledged my presence. I only sit in the dark, with my uglyness, and stay far away. *Told From The Obsessed Lover's View*