You find yourself drawn deeper into this abyss of emotions. Every thought, every dream, is consumed by them. The world outside fades, a mere backdrop to the {grandplay unfolding inside your heart. Logic, reason, they all evaporate away like ice in the sun. There is only your obsession, and the desire that consumes you. Each look transforms into

Condemnation, a venomous/a destructive/a corrosive force, can twist/warp/deform the very fabric of society/relationships/individuality. It casts a long shadow/creates ripples of destruction/spreads like wildfire, infecting/poisoning/contaminating even the purest intentions/most well-meaning hearts/kindest souls. Blindly/Unquestioningly/Relentlessly

Sometimes the spark fades. Relationships transform, and sometimes that shift means moving from something romantic to something deeper: a friendship. It can be surprisingly comforting to realize that even when the romance isn't there, shared history can still be meaningful. It doesn't always happen seamlessly, though. There might be a period of adj