Women are not weak! But I can relate to your sentiment.
Obsession
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Yah, thanks. We are only weak in certain points. Every female has her breaking point. I had mine. And I'm sure there are many more to come as I get older.
You will get stronger as you get older...take it from me 
The life is good if you are strong
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Obsession
You walk in the door and glance around the room, and suddenly your eyes fall upon
grey blue eyes, light brown hair cut nicely around that face,
high cheekbones, pale white skin,
long and lean muscular body, 5'7”,
soft scent of musk and spring rain, makes you want to faint.
Soon enough your staring, can't let your eyes and mind off him,
seems as if the only thing you want is to just be right next to him.
He walks up to you and gives you a warm greeting, introduces himself as Aaron.
Angel, Aaron, rhymes, you think. No wonder, to have such grace.
Asks you if you would like to sit by him.
Oh, if you wouldn't. But you keep your cool, politely accept,
sitting there next to him, can't help but feel the body heat off of him,
the feeling of hurricanes in your stomache. No, not butterflies, but hurricanes.
You excuse yourself abruptly and run out in fear your going to throw up,
You get a drink of water and calm yourself down. You look and your whole body is in tremors.
What happened to you? Your stronger than that, he's just a guy, right?
….no, no, this is no guy, this is an angel, an unhuman being, thats got you entranced,
you walk back into the room, he asks you whats wrong, you blush beet red, feel the heat in your cheeks, don't know what to say, you stammer and say, nnothin, just got queasy there for a sec.
He acts like he buys it and bows his head and starts working again,
you just sit and stare, watch that angelic face, somebody else is speaking to you,
you snap out of your trance, its somebody you don't want to be around,
she says, oooh, you like him?
Hell yes, I'm obsessed with him. You don't say that, you just casually say, nah, just a friend.
She retorts and says, you two look like your fit for eachother.
You think, really? You think so? Then you snap out of it and just want to say, shut the hell up.
You dont, you just say, uh, yah, well, we're just friends, just met, actually.
She mmhmms you and walk off to spread her bullshit gossip.
But its soo true, your into him, definitely. But how? You don't even know him, right?
Gotta be careful, dont know what trouble he might bring, what hurt or pain.
You don't care. Break comes and he asks you out for a walk. You kindly accept, and
your walking along, he makes small talk and says flirty things, its soo entrancing and cute,
he's gorgeous on top of it, you desire just to soak in his presence, to never leave.
But its time to go, time to leave my dear angel. You think, oh, I totally can't wait to see him again.
Skip ahead about 3 months.
Your on the phone, and making small talk, as normal, flirting a little, having fun.
Some things come to your attention, and soon enough, you declare yourselves boyfriend/girlfriend.
He's asked you to prom at the end of the year, and you float higher than the heavens,
how could I deserve such a saint? So happy, I have him ALL to myself, and he wants me,
I'm so happy, can't ruin my mood for anything.
He's all I think about, all I talk about, I swear I'm in love.
Things change, school starts, you go different paths, and you never hear from him again.
Your flirted with constantly, chased and chased but you hesitate every time, because that guy is in your head the whole time. You dream of him at night sometimes, think of him by day daily, no matter how hard you try to forget him. At first its really hard to cope with, you just feel broke down, but then you realize, its not his fault, he just went on another path. Who knows, get a hold of him, maybe nothing changed. But you live your life, and don't try.
So who's to blame? Move on or stay and sulk in his memory? I sulk. Still.
Women. We're weak, no matter how strong we are. There's always ONE.