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There was a time I knew everything about him.
The way his voice softened mid-sentence. The slope of his shoulders in every dance rehearsal. The exact timestamp of his half-smile in a behind-the-scenes clip.
He had no idea who I was.
But I was convinced I knew him—deeply, spiritually, soulfully.
It was a love story, or so I believed.
But it was also a prison.
This is how parasocial relationships and limerence work:
They offer a stage where your deepest longings play out,...
Published on May 06, 2025 07:01