Day Four: I Want to Be Obsessed With You (and Vice Versa)

It’s Day Four and I am no longer normal about this. I don’t want something casual. I don’t want “chill vibes.” I want you thinking about me constantly, borderline-inappropriate text messages in the middle of the day, and “I miss you even though we just hung up” levels of unhinged mutual obsession.

I want:

You to be needy as hell. Like, crave my attention. Get pouty when I’m not texting back because I’m crocheting or mid-boss fight.

High affection, high desire, high cling. Tell me I’m pretty. Ask me what I’m wearing (spoiler: it’s soft and slightly slutty lounge clothes). Beg me to come sit on your lap — emotionally and literally.

Someone who says “you’re mine now” and means it. Someone who needs someone just as bad as I do.

Me?

I’m a cute little chaos demon who crochets like I’m casting spells and games like I’m avenging a family bloodline.

I’m soft. I’m spicy. I want to hold your face in my hands and say “you’re ridiculous” before kissing you until you forget your name.

I need attention like oxygen, and I give it back with interest. If you want praise, validation, teasing, and possibly me sitting on your lap while trash-talking your ex? Hi.

Let’s be stupid in love. Let’s talk all day, send flirty photos, trauma dump and thirst trap. I will call you baby and whimper when you say nice things to me. I will spoil you rotten and ruin your peace.

Come be emotionally codependent and sexually obsessed with me. You know you want to.