Obsession

 I don't recognize myself. The yearning. The heart pounding, the lump down my throat, the pressure on my chest. 

Acoustic beats play in my ear and I don't notice them anymore. 

All I want is you.

All I want is to know that I'm loved by you.

The object of my hyperfocus obsession. The constant earworm of my brain. I want to tell you everything. I can't be without you and I can't be with you.

This stupid device in my hand allows me to be with you every second of the day. Just a few taps away. Just a few taps away. Just a few taps away. 

Looking at the screen, willing the black mirror to come alive. To tell me that you love me. 

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