Overwhelming Love or Nothing.

The kind of love that blots out the sun, that hushes the noise of the world until there is only them. A love so all-consuming it ceases to be love in the soft, mortal sense and becomes a sickness, a fever, a religion.

This is the love that fandoms return to again and again, that they etch into timeworn stories, endless iterations of two souls drawn together not by choice but by fate, or something crueller. The love that does not leave room for worry, errands or bills or the dull weight of daily existence. The love that, in its overwhelming totality, is an escape, from the world, from the self, from the unbearable burden of being.

To be relieved of individuality, to dissolve into someone else’s gravity until there is no “I,” only us, only this. It is annihilation disguised as devotion. It is salvation with teeth. It is the reason we write and rewrite the same stories, analysis, metas, essays, musings, this post right here, not because we want to see love, but because we want to feel it take over, to remember, for a moment, what it is to forget everything else.

Overwhelming love, take me. Wash me clean of the dull edges of reality. Make me disappear into the blissful darkness of you.