I've recently become quite aware of my new habits.

I was rejected by the person I loved. But I couldn't give up no matter what, so I confessed my feelings to him once a day so I wouldn't be thought of as a stalker. After three months of this, just as I was finally starting to think I really needed to give up, he finally said okay. And he told me he wanted to go to the same university as me. Whether that is truly a form of love or a trial, I'm not sure. My days of being unable to let go seem to continue.