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I remember thinking that consuming, overwhelming, and devouring love existed.  I am not sure right now.  It exists in the movies and in Aventura songs but does it exist in real life?  Is it possible to have a healthy, stable, overwhelming, and devouring love?  I love my pets.  I love my mom.  I love helping people reach their goals.  I love the feeling of dancing on a crowded dance floor with 100 sweaty people living in the same moment to the same beat.  There was a time when devouring love was the only love I thought existed.  When I thought men manipulated you or devoured you.  When the longing was so great that his fingertips on my stomach would bring me to orgasm in a matter of seconds.  Then the man who once devoured me sat across the living room aimlessly staring at the TV and thinking of his life without me.  Now I wonder if devouring love is real or just a coping mechanism for those without impulse control.