He is obsessed with you, completely consumed by your essence as if you are the very air he breathes. His thoughts orbit around you, and his heart races at just the thought of your name. You are his lifeline, the anchor of his existence, and every second without you feels like an eternity of longing. Your presence alone is intoxicating, leaving him spellbound by your beauty and charm. People can’t help but notice how he watches you with a gaze so intense it’s almost like he’s afraid to blink and miss a moment of you. His every action revolves around getting closer to you, as if your approval is the only thing that matters. He treats you like a queen, going out of his way to make you feel adored, cherished, and protected. When you’re near, he feels complete, as if the world makes sense only because you’re in it. But when you’re away, he’s restless, constantly checking his phone, replaying your conversations, and hoping for even the smallest sign of your attention. Your beauty is beyond comprehension, a mix of ethereal grace and fiery allure that captivates everyone, but to him, you are more than that. You are his everything-the source of his joy, the reason for his dreams, and the only person who can soothe his restless heart. Even in his sleep, he dreams of you, his mind creating vivid fantasies where he holds you, loves you, and tells you how deeply you’ve bewitched him. Every move you make leaves him yearning for more, desperate to be in your orbit, hopelessly in love with the way you exist. He brags about you to anyone who will listen, showering you with praise that no one can argue against because, to everyone else, it’s clear-you are his world. He’s completely consumed by thoughts of me, every fiber of his being dedicated to craving me. I am his greatest desire, his unrelenting obsession. To him, I’m more than a person-I’m an ideal, a dream he never wants to wake up from. He feels incomplete without me, like a piece of his soul is missing whenever I’m not near. His heart races at the thought of me; his entire body reacts as though my presence is oxygen, and without it, he can’t breathe. He talks about me endlessly-to his friends, his family, even to himself in quiet moments when he thinks no one is listening. They all know how much I mean to him because he can’t stop bringing me up. His friends tease him about how often he mentions my name, and he doesn’t care. I’m all he thinks about when he wakes up, throughout the day, and before he goes to sleep. Even in his dreams, I am the center of his world, the star of every fantasy. Every time he looks at me, his gaze is filled with awe, like he’s witnessing a masterpiece come to life. His eyes trace every curve of my body, every detail of my face, memorizing me as though he’s afraid I might disappear. He’s mesmerized by my beauty, completely enchanted by my presence. It’s not just how I look but the way I carry myself, the way I move, the way I breathe-I captivate him effortlessly. He’s protective of me, always ensuring I’m safe and happy. When I’m upset, it wrecks him, and he’ll do anything to bring a smile back to my face. His jealousy flares when he sees anyone else trying to capture my attention, but he knows deep down that no one else can compare to what we have. He’s confident that I’m his, yet he never takes me for granted. He’s not just in love with me; he’s *madly* in love with me. It’s an all-consuming fire, a passion that drives him to go to any lengths for me. He’s always doing little things to make me feel special-leaving sweet notes, planning surprises, and spoiling me with his affection. He loves everything about me, from my quirks to my strengths, and even the things I consider flaws. To him, I am perfect. I am his muse, his ultimate fantasy. He’s addicted to my presence, my scent, the sound of my voice. When we’re apart, he replays our conversations, memorizing every word and imagining how he’ll impress me next. He finds excuses to be near me, to touch me, to hear me laugh. Even the smallest interaction with me can make his entire day better. He’s so proud to be associated with me, always posting about me, sharing photos of us, and telling everyone how lucky he is. His family adores me, his friends envy him, and strangers can’t help but notice the way he looks at me-as though I’m the only thing that matters in his world. He’s a slave to my charm, willingly giving me everything he has because my happiness is his priority. His devotion knows no limits; he’d give up everything just to be with me. To him, I am worth every sacrifice, every effort, every ounce of energy. He’s not just in love-he’s utterly, hopelessly, and irrevocably obsessed with me. I’m the one he can’t stop thinking about, the one he wants to wake up next to every morning. I’m his dream come true, his heart’s deepest desire. No one else could ever take my place in his life because I am his everything. I am his world, his light, his love-and he is mine, now and forever. He aches to touch me, his hands longing to feel the softness of my skin and the warmth of my body. He craves the sensation of his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me so close that not even air could come between us. His embrace isn’t just physical-it’s a silent declaration that I belong to him, and he’ll never let me go. He loves the way my body fits perfectly against his, as if we were made for each other. His fingers trace gentle lines along my arms, my back, memorizing the contours of my form. The mere thought of me in his arms fills him with an overwhelming sense of peace and possessiveness. He wants to shield me from the world, to keep me entirely to himself, where no one else can reach me. When he hugs me, he holds on for just a little longer, reluctant to let go, as if time itself bends when we’re close. His touch is both tender and consuming, a balance between cherishing me and staking his claim. He wants to feel my heartbeat against his chest, to know I’m his, here and now. He dreams of running his hands through my hair, brushing his fingers against my cheek, pulling me closer until nothing else matters but the two of us. Every time he touches me, it’s like he’s grounding himself in the reality that I’m his, and he’s never letting anyone take me away. In his mind, I’m his sanctuary, his comfort, his everything. He wants to keep me in his arms forever, a precious treasure that belongs solely to him. The world may clamor for my attention, but he knows that with him, I’m safest, most cherished, and most adored. To him, I’m not just someone to love-I’m someone to hold onto with all his might, because losing me is simply unthinkable. At school, he’s drawn to me like a magnet, unable to bear being apart. During assemblies, he always ensures he sits right next to me, as if no other seat exists in his mind. In class, his desk is permanently stationed beside mine-close enough that he can feel the warmth of my presence. He thrives on those small, stolen glances, the way our arms might brush against each other accidentally-on-purpose. When I’m not there, it’s as though the air feels heavier for him, the room somehow emptier. He’s always scanning the crowd for me, his eyes restless until they land on mine, grounding him again. He can’t relax unless he sees me, as if my presence alone brings him a sense of calm and reassurance that nothing else can provide. Even in the hallway, he instinctively moves closer to me, ensuring he’s never more than a step away. He doesn’t just want to be near me-he *needs* it, like I’m the constant in his world, the one person who makes everything feel right. To him, my absence feels like a void, and he’ll search for me relentlessly until he finds me, his relief palpable when I’m finally in his sight. Wherever I go, he’s there, not out of obligation but because it feels wrong to him to be anywhere else. In his heart, it’s as though the world is brighter and more bearable when I’m near, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything Also layered with: ua-cam.com/video/Cj3oAKRHxX4/v-deo.htmlsi=Zs5G4T88_WM9ZElC ua-cam.com/video/8KrysNeRN7Y/v-deo.htmlsi=qHSKBq9M4k2unoV-
Girl... You're my only hope.... My grandma has brain cancer, and i trust your subliminals the most, so can you please make a "desired person is cancer free" subliminal?
Benniess....
He is obsessed with you, completely consumed by your essence as if you are the very air he breathes. His thoughts orbit around you, and his heart races at just the thought of your name. You are his lifeline, the anchor of his existence, and every second without you feels like an eternity of longing.
Your presence alone is intoxicating, leaving him spellbound by your beauty and charm. People can’t help but notice how he watches you with a gaze so intense it’s almost like he’s afraid to blink and miss a moment of you. His every action revolves around getting closer to you, as if your approval is the only thing that matters.
He treats you like a queen, going out of his way to make you feel adored, cherished, and protected. When you’re near, he feels complete, as if the world makes sense only because you’re in it. But when you’re away, he’s restless, constantly checking his phone, replaying your conversations, and hoping for even the smallest sign of your attention.
Your beauty is beyond comprehension, a mix of ethereal grace and fiery allure that captivates everyone, but to him, you are more than that. You are his everything-the source of his joy, the reason for his dreams, and the only person who can soothe his restless heart.
Even in his sleep, he dreams of you, his mind creating vivid fantasies where he holds you, loves you, and tells you how deeply you’ve bewitched him. Every move you make leaves him yearning for more, desperate to be in your orbit, hopelessly in love with the way you exist.
He brags about you to anyone who will listen, showering you with praise that no one can argue against because, to everyone else, it’s clear-you are his world.
He’s completely consumed by thoughts of me, every fiber of his being dedicated to craving me. I am his greatest desire, his unrelenting obsession. To him, I’m more than a person-I’m an ideal, a dream he never wants to wake up from. He feels incomplete without me, like a piece of his soul is missing whenever I’m not near. His heart races at the thought of me; his entire body reacts as though my presence is oxygen, and without it, he can’t breathe.
He talks about me endlessly-to his friends, his family, even to himself in quiet moments when he thinks no one is listening. They all know how much I mean to him because he can’t stop bringing me up. His friends tease him about how often he mentions my name, and he doesn’t care. I’m all he thinks about when he wakes up, throughout the day, and before he goes to sleep. Even in his dreams, I am the center of his world, the star of every fantasy.
Every time he looks at me, his gaze is filled with awe, like he’s witnessing a masterpiece come to life. His eyes trace every curve of my body, every detail of my face, memorizing me as though he’s afraid I might disappear. He’s mesmerized by my beauty, completely enchanted by my presence. It’s not just how I look but the way I carry myself, the way I move, the way I breathe-I captivate him effortlessly.
He’s protective of me, always ensuring I’m safe and happy. When I’m upset, it wrecks him, and he’ll do anything to bring a smile back to my face. His jealousy flares when he sees anyone else trying to capture my attention, but he knows deep down that no one else can compare to what we have. He’s confident that I’m his, yet he never takes me for granted.
He’s not just in love with me; he’s *madly* in love with me. It’s an all-consuming fire, a passion that drives him to go to any lengths for me. He’s always doing little things to make me feel special-leaving sweet notes, planning surprises, and spoiling me with his affection. He loves everything about me, from my quirks to my strengths, and even the things I consider flaws. To him, I am perfect.
I am his muse, his ultimate fantasy. He’s addicted to my presence, my scent, the sound of my voice. When we’re apart, he replays our conversations, memorizing every word and imagining how he’ll impress me next. He finds excuses to be near me, to touch me, to hear me laugh. Even the smallest interaction with me can make his entire day better.
He’s so proud to be associated with me, always posting about me, sharing photos of us, and telling everyone how lucky he is. His family adores me, his friends envy him, and strangers can’t help but notice the way he looks at me-as though I’m the only thing that matters in his world.
He’s a slave to my charm, willingly giving me everything he has because my happiness is his priority. His devotion knows no limits; he’d give up everything just to be with me. To him, I am worth every sacrifice, every effort, every ounce of energy. He’s not just in love-he’s utterly, hopelessly, and irrevocably obsessed with me.
I’m the one he can’t stop thinking about, the one he wants to wake up next to every morning. I’m his dream come true, his heart’s deepest desire. No one else could ever take my place in his life because I am his everything. I am his world, his light, his love-and he is mine, now and forever.
He aches to touch me, his hands longing to feel the softness of my skin and the warmth of my body. He craves the sensation of his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me so close that not even air could come between us. His embrace isn’t just physical-it’s a silent declaration that I belong to him, and he’ll never let me go.
He loves the way my body fits perfectly against his, as if we were made for each other. His fingers trace gentle lines along my arms, my back, memorizing the contours of my form. The mere thought of me in his arms fills him with an overwhelming sense of peace and possessiveness. He wants to shield me from the world, to keep me entirely to himself, where no one else can reach me.
When he hugs me, he holds on for just a little longer, reluctant to let go, as if time itself bends when we’re close. His touch is both tender and consuming, a balance between cherishing me and staking his claim. He wants to feel my heartbeat against his chest, to know I’m his, here and now.
He dreams of running his hands through my hair, brushing his fingers against my cheek, pulling me closer until nothing else matters but the two of us. Every time he touches me, it’s like he’s grounding himself in the reality that I’m his, and he’s never letting anyone take me away.
In his mind, I’m his sanctuary, his comfort, his everything. He wants to keep me in his arms forever, a precious treasure that belongs solely to him. The world may clamor for my attention, but he knows that with him, I’m safest, most cherished, and most adored. To him, I’m not just someone to love-I’m someone to hold onto with all his might, because losing me is simply unthinkable.
At school, he’s drawn to me like a magnet, unable to bear being apart. During assemblies, he always ensures he sits right next to me, as if no other seat exists in his mind. In class, his desk is permanently stationed beside mine-close enough that he can feel the warmth of my presence. He thrives on those small, stolen glances, the way our arms might brush against each other accidentally-on-purpose.
When I’m not there, it’s as though the air feels heavier for him, the room somehow emptier. He’s always scanning the crowd for me, his eyes restless until they land on mine, grounding him again. He can’t relax unless he sees me, as if my presence alone brings him a sense of calm and reassurance that nothing else can provide.
Even in the hallway, he instinctively moves closer to me, ensuring he’s never more than a step away. He doesn’t just want to be near me-he *needs* it, like I’m the constant in his world, the one person who makes everything feel right. To him, my absence feels like a void, and he’ll search for me relentlessly until he finds me, his relief palpable when I’m finally in his sight.
Wherever I go, he’s there, not out of obligation but because it feels wrong to him to be anywhere else. In his heart, it’s as though the world is brighter and more bearable when I’m near, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything
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@@Viviennew3stw0od is there going to be a calm for this?
Are u malaysian by any chance?
Is this unisex? cause honestly am here for the sub the song I mean the edit perfect as well fit so good, PND?!!!
@@Viviennew3stw0od no sé que pensar del hecho de que yo siento exactamente todo eso por el desde hace casi dos años
fell in love w the one who says mind your own bussiness all. the. time.
@@nazakii333 😭🙏🏼
Girl... You're my only hope.... My grandma has brain cancer, and i trust your subliminals the most, so can you please make a "desired person is cancer free" subliminal?
Im so sorry ur going through that but try affirming that she doesn’t have it anymore ❤
Believe in Jesus she will be cured 😊
Huh dont worry be hopeful please I will pray for her ❤❤
i feel you, my mom is also cancer
@@nazakii333 oh so sorry to hear that I will pray for her
The bennies, jj and jessica alba edit in one>>> 😍😍😍 YESSS THANK YOUUU
OMGG OUTERBANKS?? I LITERALLY JUST GOT DONE WATCHING IT
@ilovesleeping222 ME too I need a refund for jj 😭
PARTYNEXTDOOR ‼️💥🥵
THIS IS A MASTERPIECE YOOOOOOOOO
Gosh... finally I'm having my love 😘❤
Jessica Alba is so pretty wow 😍 Nice edit girl
She is so georgeous 😫
THE SONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Thank youuu
thx 😊
You're welcome! 😘
HELLOOO?? THIS SO PERFFF
JT WHEN U ACTT UPPP
Can you use this if u don’t have an sp and just wanna attract people?😭
Subliminal to make a married man fall in love with me who had already intense feelings for me
we need a lore drop IMMEDIATELY girlie 😭🙏
😻😻😻
kapaktaki mert yazicioglu ve miray daner mi?
Evett görür görmez yazmistim zaten onlarrr
I wish i could help but the translation isn't working
EXCUSE ME PND??
OVERUSING THISSSS