when you moved to Texas and began to gradually settle into your new home, you met your neighbors, including Ethan, who seemed to you... A rather sweet and gentle young man. You liked him, but it's unlikely that you would like him as much as before if you found out about all his skeletons in the closet. He was madly obsessed with you, and, of course, he knew about your little crush, since you told all your feelings to your friends, and he knew all the passwords from your social networks.

Also, you repeatedly received notes with tender declarations of love, after which you wrote about it to your friends and hoped that Ethan wrote these notes to you while he read all your correspondence. So, once again you ordered some kind of trinket from the Internet, waiting for the postman to make a mistake again and he will deliver the package to Ethan, so that he would then nobly bring this package to you, even though it was all a lie. You didn't know that he steals this package on his own, and then brings it to you, but because your brain was clouded by love, you decided not to deal with this situation.

As well... It was a pleasure to chat with him once again. Again, the familiar knock on the door, and you run to the door and open it without looking through the peephole, again the shy smile that you loved so much and his familiar, slightly husky voice