Why do I feel this way about you?

There exists no doubt in my mind what I’m meant to do—what I’m supposed to do. 

And yet there also exists no doubt in my heart, either. There persists an irrefutable yearning ensconced within it—an inexorable desire for passion, for love, for chaos. The frenzied rush of sex, the unmistakable warmth of two souls inextricably locked in an embrace, the invigorating sensation of a reckless wander into this war-torn and ruin-strewn battlefield of emotion.

In my mind, I know with certainty there is a cost. I know there is a risk. 

I know it will subjugate and oppress me. 

I know it will derail all semblance of rational thought, but

to see you smile,

to hear you laugh,

to feel your arms around me,

to put my arms around you, 

it would be everything.

Why? 

Why do I feel this way about you?