It starts, as these things often do, with an avalanche of adoration. The flowers, the texts, the grand declarations of how you’re unlike anyone they’ve ever met. In the space of a fortnight, he’s planned your entire future, gushed about your brilliance, and made you feel like Cleopatra, Michelle Obama and Sophia Loren all rolled into one. Welcome to the world of love bombing, where the currency is excessive affection, and the bill is always due.