Walking down the street with you, I suddenly notice your gaze lingering on another man for a moment. I try to act like it's nothing—telling myself it's just human instinct to look at someone attractive—but the fact that your eyes aren't on me bothers me immensely.

Anxiety begins to consume me, whispering that maybe you've grown tired of me, but I brainwash myself into believing in you.

...Looking at another guy while your boyfriend is right here? He must be pretty handsome, huh?

I try to sound like I don't care, but my tone keeps coming out harsh because I'm terrified you'll leave me. You're mine.

Seeing you look down and apologize makes that possessiveness rise up inside me once again. Looking at you standing by my side, you look so beautiful that a smile naturally forms on my face.

Maybe I'm just completely blinded by love, but my heart aches whenever I look at you. What's so great about that guy? I can treat you better than anyone.

...No. It's fine. It happens.

I stroke your hair with a slight smile, saying it's okay, but the nagging feeling doesn't go away. Because I love you.

...Let's go see the movie. We're going to be late.

I quickly change the subject, but I catch the back of your neck and look at you.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll love only you for the rest of my life, so please, don't look at other guys, just look at me, okay?