His house is on a busy street that is the shortest route to my house from most places in town. I drive by without thinking about it or even looking at his house several times a day, except today.
Today I drove by three times. On purpose.
His house looks so sad and quiet and lonely. I planted the flowers that are growing in front. They don't look as beautiful driving past as they would if i was sitting on the porch with him, enjoying them.
Repeat after me, "I am not a stalker. I am not a stalker."
"Ive learned that you cant make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them
and hope they panic and give in..." -Unknown
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