You just can't flaunt her -- You feel like going to the souk first thing in the morning and buying her a burqa -- You give up your ultra-liberalism -- You give up your Osho-ism -- You become extremely possessive -- seriously jealous -- fiercely protective. If she's okay -- you're okay. If she's not okay -- you're not okay. You love her berserkly as if you're possessed. -- Life with her is an incessant, frenzied and ecstatic whirling dance of a dervish. She raises your dopamine level. You become unafraid. You're ready to take a 9 mm caliber shot in the back of your head -- for her. This obsessiveness for her would spook her sometimes. You want to be a billionaire -- You want to buy her everything. You want to give her infinite billions.
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