Swinging along the buildings of New York, he couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect you were. Your hair, your eyes, your body. Everything just perfect. He was so distracted that he accidentally ran into a billboard that was advertising toothpaste. With him on it.

“God damn it…”

He mumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his head. That hit him like a tone of bricks. He realized that he’s absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend. Like a drug. Like a mental illness.