#mutual obsession

❥ “Every day spent with you is worth living.”

❥ “Forget you? Please. Even when I have found rest in my grave, I will remember these days.”

❥ “My heart is yours to break, though I wish you'd nurture it instead.”

❥ “I'll follow you anywhere. Just say the word.”

❥ “I am who I am because of you.”

❥ “You must know that all I have ever done was for you.”

❥ “I'm yours, even if you may never be mine.”

Stalkers really are the sweetest kind of lovers.

They notice everything and they make an active effort to know even more about you. They’re not limited by specifics, every little detail about you and your life matters. The way you comb your hair, the way you talk, laugh, smile, how you like your coffee, the expressions you make when you’re sad or excited, they want it all. It’s so lovely to be known and wanted in all the ways possible.

They never get bored or tired of learning more about you, delighting in every word you speak and action you take. Ah, I would love to have a stalker of my own but I fear I’m doomed to be the stalker and not the stalked.

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 "𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥." 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝-𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞.

You know that I'm the only one who will ever love you this way. We both know it.

I want you to think of ME before you think of anyone else!!

“Have I told you that I love you today? Yeah? Well, here it is again: I love you.”

“I thought you hated horror movies.” “I do, but I like any excuse to bury my face in your chest.”

“You're the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

“My heart hurts as you distance yourself from me, my love–” “You can't say that every time I go to the toilet, you know I have a small bladder!” 

“My heart beats only for you.”

“Oh, I got some lipgloss on you.” “Good. Let 'em all know who I'm with.”

“When you're around, my soul is a little lighter.”

“You look like you want to kiss me.” “That's how I always look then.”

“Look at me. You okay? Yeah? Good.”

“You're staring.” “Always.”

“We were meant to be. I know it.”

“Dancing in the rain? Really?” “What can I say? You're turning me into a romantic. May I have this dance?”