K, I love you. God, I love you so much. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. But I think we might have moved way too fast. Here it is not even 3 months after we started dating and I’m living with you, telling you I love you, and planning a future together. It’s scaring the shit out of me. And because I’m getting scared I feel like I might be pushing you away, and I don’t want that to happen. We are perfect for each other, you need someone to calm you down and I need someone I can trust. And things are still going amazing, but I find myself getting agitated with you all the time. I feel like sometimes you don’t hear what I’m saying, mostly because when I try to talk to you you cut me off and tell me something that happened to you. I need you to hear me. I need you to listen. If you don’t then I’m just going to stop talking and when I stop talking the relationship is over. It’s not like you’re telling me anything new. Almost every time you try to tell me something it’s a story I’ve already heard. And I’m starting to get really sick of hearing about it. Love, Me.