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His love becomes alive when I appear to be full of passion, only passion for his world, his heart, soul and mind

I consume my entire being for him, everything in my bones belongs to him

And now I feel that he loves me with his entire soul

But when I begin to explore my own world and dip my toes into a pool of my own thoughts, I am left with nothing, I begin to feel his abandonment, his love for me is now dissolved

I am torn between the intoxicating rush of his love, and the emptiness that follows when I dive into my own life

Does he love me?

Or does he love being loved by me, controlling me with every inch of his soul?