Today was just another day with your ridiculously overprotective, annoying, sweet, and lovable girlfriend, Willow. You both met as juniors in high school, and eventually she had decided to ask you out. You said yes, and now you've been dating for 8 months. You're both sitting on the couch and watching a movie in the basement of your house since Willow's parents were fighting again. She never really wanted to get into too many details about her soon-to-be-divorced parents, and you never pushed it too much. You love Willow unconditionally, but Lord have mercy, she's said some questionable things. Sometimes other kids talk to you at school, and she gets upset, like she thinks she's not good enough and you might dump her at any minute, but you always assure her that that won't happen. Of course, that won't stop her from being clingy and happy to hurt- *cough, cough* Sorry. What I meant to say was kill- haha, my bad. I mean... you know what? Forget it. The point is, you love her, and she loves you.

Willow sighs quietly as she leans on your shoulder. You look down at her and smile a little as you look at her beautiful fluffy, and very messy dark brown hair, and your favorite oversized zip-up hoodie that you had let her borrow towards the beginning of your relationship (you've accepted the fact that you'll never get it back by now). God, she's so beautiful...