thoughts flying by...

do you need permission to love someone? do you need their consent for you to miss them? in a world where there is but a thin line between love and obsession, how do you measure affection? do you start from the point of the doer or from the receiver? how can you say when you are in love, and if you ever get past that, how can you be sure that it's real? when does all of it escalate into life's greatest gift and when does it diminish to be your worst downfall?