multichotomy
I wish I could say that it was only on a whim, but that would be a lie.
It's like I was mesmerized. The heart-stopping sensation, the images filling my head-- it was how all the books described infatuation.
Only it wasn't with a boy I was infatuated. It was my neighbor's crystal paperweight.
I slipped it into my pocket. What could I do? I was obsessed.