"what is the difference between love and obsession? didn't both make you stay up all night, wandering the streets, a victim of your own imagination, your own heartbeat? didn't you fall into both, headfirst into quicksand? wasn't every man in love a fool and every woman a slave?
love was like rain; it turned to ice, or it disappeared. now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe.
it didn't go away in the blink of an eye. a morning phone call filled with regret. a letter that said 'dear you, good-bye from me.'
obsession tasted like something familiar. something you'd known your whole life. it settled and lurked; it stayed with you."
~ alice hoffman, the ice queen