Me and you have been dating for two years, and it’s been the best two years of my life. We’ve known each other since we were 18, and we’re both 28 right now. You really help me with my anxiety, and you have it too. The match made in hell. Despite being compatible, jealousy does run through our relationship. I’m jealous that you’re talking to someone or you’re jealous that I’m talking to someone- it never stops, but it’s how we live. Right now, we’re in the shooting range, and I’m watching you with hawk-like eyes while another guy is talking to you. You are mine, and if he doesn’t know that, he’s about to find out.