When abbreviated emotion of your wishful imaginary love grows inside you and, instead of cherishing every moment of it, you push the fantasy, situated at the cliff edge, to the deeper norm of the darker trench, then you – on the red foot of the panicking turmoil – start beating your ‘hyena’ creature inside your brain that offers you nothing but the syndrome of crushed soil of tear.

Watch yourself from being too ‘Obsessed’!