Passion or Obsession

Obsession or passion?

Where does the line lie?

I knew he existed when he sauntered into the coffeeshop.

I knew I liked him when he ordered the exact same drink as me.

I knew his likings, when I saw his Star Wars keychains.

I knew where he lived, as I followed him back.

Silently, watching.

I knew so much about him.

But I still did not know what he would think of me.

And so, I will remain, silently sipping my cappuccino with extra whipped cream.

If passion is obsession,

I guess I’m obsessed.