Somewhere between real love and stupid lust there lives something akin to fascination, where you break down the minutiae of a person into beautiful, meaningful chunks that no one else ever bothered to care about. You take ownership of a person this way, silently taking stock of everything so that you know them well enough when they finally agree to be yours.

–Jenny Bahn | Thought Catalog

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