The stalker speaks. PROSE. by SweatyToothedMadman, literature
The stalker speaks. PROSE.
Every day I write him a note.
"Hi, all I know about you is that you always take the cheese off the cheeseburger. Just wanted to say that you're great", then say "Nah, he'll think it's creepy to have someone watch him eat" and throw it away.
I write one every morning, waiting to find the right one. Until then, I watch.
I like the little things about people. Don't we all? Most fall in love with the big picture and then notice the details, which they might love or hate. Most become annoyed by these little details. I become obsessed.
"Hi, all I know is that you love the existentialist movement, and I think that's wonderful. I love you". "Nah,