StAlKeR

I needed to tell you my story, so hear me out, and reach for my forgiveness.

I needed to tell you my story, so hear me out, and reach for my forgiveness.

I was tweleve when I saw her, with her radiant sunset to the ground, last glimpse behin the mountain hair, tagging along a friend. I knew then she was the one for me.

I was tweleve when I didn't notice him. He was just a pair of passing eyes staring at me, as many like him did back then.

I chased her from afar. I traced her every move. I went wherever she went. Always a shadow in her light. But I wasn't a vampir waiting for the night.

I noticed him every now and then. I noticed how strange it was that he just happened to be where I was. But the neigbourhood was a big place, and it could happen.

After a while, I gave up. Who was I to match such beauty? I was just an awkward teenager trying to discover the other side.

I noticed he wasn't around anymore. I felt awkward. Where would he go? Why would he give up?

A year later, I came back to the tennis court. There she was, taller, fuller, hitting that tennis ball dressed in her white tennis skirt that only contrasted the color of her skin brighter. I was right back where I was a year ago.

There he was a year later, still lingering around. Isn't there a way to attract his attention to let him know I'm here.

I still can't say a word.

He still wont' reach me.

This is a safe place to look at her play baseball. She's coming...she's coming...is there a place to go. I'll just stay here. She'll talk to me.

Wishhh...the ball has gone off. It landed at his feet. Finally! He'll to finally say something. 'Hey'....'Can you throw the ball back,...please...?!'. He threw the ball back and didn't make a move. What an idiot!

I can't believe I met someone who knew her. So, you're going to introduce me to her? Oh, God, Oh, God. Finally, finally, finally. What's this? She's standing right in front of me and him. What do I say? She's looking at me. She's smiling. I'll say...nothing. I'll just smile.

God. He's such an adorable idiot. Say something. I'm right here. I'm smiling right at you. Come on. Take advantage. Make a move. He's hopeless.

"I'm sorry to hear about your father" and I shook her hands. Her hand was out with a grim look.

He came. He actually came to give me condolonces in my father. He actually came. I know him now. He knows me.

I see her. She's nodding.

I know him now. I can nod at him.

I'm going to do something about this. I'll talk to her. I'll walk up behind her. 'Hi'....'You know I really like you.'.....'I would like to be your friend.'.....

Oh, no, It's him. Let's hear what he has to say....'Hi'...."Yes?!".....'Why?'

"What do you mean why?" I can't think of an answer. I'll just walk away.

Dont' go. "I'm sorry..." Don't go.

I've gone to state college. Now, I meet a lot of people and many attractive women, and I've had my flings. But that floating red hair, and those black night eyes still haunt my dreams. I got her phone number at home. I'll give it a try.

I've gone to a private college. Now, I live the life of the party. I don't remember much about him. Now, all sorts of dudes and hunks chase after me. Who's calling?

I can't say a word.

Hello. It must be him. Same as ever. Oh, well, I'll just hang up.

I've finished college. What am I to do now? All my friends are busy with jobs, or travelled abroad. What was that number again? I'll give her a call.

I've finished college. It's now time to take the next step. Find a husband. The phone's ringing.

"Is that you?" I said.

"Yes, it's me."

"How are you?"

"Fine"

"Can I talk to you?"

"Sure"

"Is it possible for us to meet?"

"No"

"Why?"

"I'm engaged."

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"I'm sorry. I have to hang up now."

It's the wedding night. Just tears into my face.

It's my wedding night. Just tears on other people's faces.

I can now trace anyone I want. I can google, I can use truecaller, I can find anyone I want anywhere. I wonder what's her news? It's been so long.

This is the worst of times for a married woman to be chased by her past through some annoying prick who'll just want to live off some past fantasy he once had.

I found her facebook page. That was hard after she spells her last name in so many ways. Oh, she's married with two adorable kids. Oh, my God, why does her husband look so much older than her? Why does she look so old herself? She's running. She's a runner.

So, let's run 'who checked you page' to see if there any unwanted stalkers checking my pager. Oh, no, him again, after all these years. And he's married, and he's got a family. He's got to be absloutely crazy. I'll increase the page's security.

Now, her pager is no longer public. Now, I can't access any of her photos.

He's trying again. Now, I'll take off my public pictures on Facebook.

So many years I spent chasing her shadow, promising myself that one day I'll be her knight in shining armour whenever the need arises. Who is she anyway? She's just human, made of flesh like the rest of us. I'm not looking for a relationship. I don't want to cheat on my wife. I don't want her cheating on her husband. I want her to know that I am decent human being.

I had to deal with so many trubulenes in my life. I don't need him added to my list. He's a married man and he should respect the woman he's married too, not go off chasing skirt whenever he feels the need to. He doesn't expect me, married to a prominent businessman, mother of two, to be hitting it on with him now. You had your chance. You missed it.