You got out of your car to drop letters in the box, both of us on our way to work ca. 8:30, me walking on the other side of the street about 100′ back. About to get back in your car, you paused with your hand on the door handle, and gave me a long look. I didn’t wave to you, I didn’t dare acknowledge you because I have been warned off you (or else) and who knows who could’ve been watching and I’m afraid; I’ve had to stay away. The present miserable situation is not your fault; I hope you don’t blame me either. I miss you; you’re very special. Will wait for you. —I am I, and you are you
This article appears in Aug 7-13, 2014.
op are you some kind of creepy stalker?