The problem is I know what your bed looks like, I know the color of your sheets and the smell of your couch. And I can’t stop thinking about other people sitting on them. Other girls laughing under your covers. I know how you look waking up in the morning and how your breathing pattern changes when you are about to fall asleep. For fucks sake I know exactly what positions you’re the most comfortable in, my fingertips have your face memorized. Someone else learning those little things about you, that’s too much for me to handle sometimes.