The hopeless addiction to a film

The same as their being infatuated with each other at the first sight, I was hopelessly engaged in the film from its beginning. The music, story, and almost its every aspect had wined my heart. Rather, they’ve already driven me so crazy that I was occupying myself with persuading friends to see this movie those days, not to watching it time after time myself. Being used to get everything under controlled, I was deeply bothered by those feelings mixed with nervousness, joys, and frustration and finally I had to let nature take its course. Things seemed getting better when I watched it at the third time as I found myself having lost most passion for this film. Time released me.

Recently, those feelings suddenly haunted me again when I read some chapters on its book by accident. Friends suggested me house the Twilight series. I would rather read the original edition considering the unsatisfactory translated one, and yet the English one’s cost is more than I can afford because of the dry pocket. Fortunately, I have got what I desired on the Internet. And another addiction has begun.