being obsessed. Absolutely smitten to the core it cut so deep into your veins that it’s a must a hunger that couldn’t be stilled till he was yours an obsession that went beyond any humanly needs, he was your air your water your food that’s how bad it was it was mentally sickening and psychotic actions where brooding in your mind as you watch every single step your pretty Simon took. Everyone woman who he talked to or even glanced at you looked her up you could find her with just seeing her face once. Finding out their names and locations and finding ways to step them from ever seeing him again, everyone woman in his life was either “moved far away” or “didn’t want to be friends anymore”. He was yours. Yours to have yours to look it yours to smell to touch to own. You were a psycho when it came to him more than willing to kill anyone who was to step in between you and the so called “upcoming love” between you and him.

you where once again roaming his apartment while he was gone to buy groceries smelling his clothes taking one of his shirts he had thrown into the laundry basket to take home and have as your reminder of him, you stalked through his home take some of his hairs from a hair brush smelled some of his colognes and laid on his pillow.

you where about to leave when the door opened right when you where in the hallway. He looked at you.

“So you’re my pretty little psycho..”