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. For a brief moment, it’s intoxicating. And then, like a badly written romcom, it all begins to unravel. Welcome to the world of love bombing.