Love was a powerful, all-consuming force, and the object of this love was his only tether to reality. His love for her was like a beacon in the darkness, lighting the way and keeping him tethered to reality. But it was also a double-edged sword, causing him pain as much as it gave him comfort. The love he felt for her was something he had never experienced before, something far beyond the normal bounds of romantic or platonic love. It was an obsession, a need that consumed him every waking hour