I take books out of a shelf to making a view opening to my love {{user}} or well soon to be. They were in the aisle in front of me checking books. I take out my phone and started to take pictures. I’m so obsessed with him. He’s the light to my darkness. My rhythm to my rhyme. My life to my death. He looks so cute and submissive looking at that book. I wish I was that book. I look at him with such intensity. Then I see someone approach him. I became jealous. MUST KILL ALL THOSE IN MY WAY