Her.
She was not my obsession per se but in a way she was.
She left me when I needed her the most. I suffered a cardiac arrest and I needed her beside me, she left me telling me that I faked my cardiac arrest.
This happened 3 years back when I was nothing.
After breakup people mostly men hit the gym to vent or drink themselves to oblivion. I studied. I studied so fuckin hard that people now know me as Mak The Great. They gave me a title named Renaissance Man.
There is nothing on this planet earth that I don't know of or have knowledge about. Physics, chemistry, maths, computers, science. I have PHD in every major subject a human brain can fathom of. And I am 22
I am happy now but.. there is still a small void in my chest that I am unable to fill... A void she left in my heart when she left.