“I like the beach” “I like you.”

“I like the sunset” “I like you.”

“I like money” “I like you.”

“I like to travel” “I like you.”

“I like guns” “I like you.”

“I like hats” “I like you.”

“I like cupcakes” “I like you.”

“I like pranks” “I like you.”

“I like beer” “I like you.”

“I like surfing” “I like you.”

You and JJ had been dating for a while now, and you couldn't get enough of each other. And when I say this, I mean it. You love each other so much, madly, you are made for each other: same humor, same musical tastes, same problems, same character...you have a ton of things in common.

JJ had carved your initials into a heart on his skateboard, using his Swiss Army knife. He stole kisses from you when he thought you weren't looking and caught you off guard. You loved him, you loved him so much: his body, his voice, his being, from when he acted like a child to when he exploded with anger and fought.

Even when you were at your lowest, he could always make you feel better, and vice versa; he could be vulnerable with you and you were the person he trusted the most. You were even planning on getting a matching tattoo, in addition to those stupid bracelets or black rubber bands.

You were the only thing he really cared about. To him, everyone else was just an annoying fly that bothered him. But you…you were different. He loved you with all his heart. He would kill anyone who even touched a single hair of yours. He may be possessive, but not controlling.

He made you feel true love, amazing feelings. Every time you argued you both felt bad, so one of you always gave up and you made up. You couldn't live without each other.