"I'm Obsessed With You"

prologue

7:16am Saturday morning.

     It's been a few months since I first met Juliet. My life hasn't been the same since.

     I know I haven't really known her long; but i really do love Juliet. More than anything.

     I think about her everyday. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. She's the first thing I think about when I wake up...and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep.

     I can't mess up my relationship with her. She's all I have. She's all I need.

     I wouldn't be able to function without her. If she left me, I don't know what I would do. I would go insane. In fact, she won't leave me. I'm not going to let her. I would rather chain her to my bedpost than let her leave.

     I have my men follow her and keep a close eye on her. To make sure nothing happens to her, of course. Not to mention, they would help me find her if she were to leave.

     God, I can't bear the thought of her with another man. I would kill him; slit his throat and have her tell me she's mine. I swear to God I will kill every other man on earth so that she will only be mine.

     Just the thought of her with another man enrages me. She's mine. When we get married, she'll know.

     She makes my heart flutter, like a butterfly. Just the thought of her gets my heart racing.

What if she were to die? No. That's not possible. She can't die. I can't bare the thought. I would go completely mad.

     I would kill every person I see after I find out about her death.

     I'm captivated by her. Her beautiful hair, always flowy. Her eyes. Those beautiful eyes that I always get lost in. Her soft lips, the most kissable lips I've ever seen. God, her smile, those pretty pearly teeth. Her perfect body; every curve, in the perfect spot. Her sexy laugh; God, I could listen to her laugh over and over again. Her beautiful voice; she sings like an angel, and she talks so softly, so calm, so angelic. Her kindness and heart even to those who are awful to her. When she dances, she moves so smoothly, so elegantly. She's smart, too; such an intellectual. Her taste in everything; music, literature, style, is perfect. Most of all, her embrace, so soft and gentle, every curve of her body touching mine in one hug. I'm so in love with her.

I could think about her all day.

10:23pm Saturday evening.