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Last nigh at your house I wished so much that I had said I loved you.
I said I liked your eyes.
I wanted so badly to say that I loved your eyes.
I love everything about you.
Your eyes, your hair, your skin, your lips, ahh your everything!

I drown in your words. I love you.

But yesterday when I tried to tell you I loved you, you talked about another.

You gushed over another while I sat and listened like the good friend I am.

But inside I broke down.

How you could you speak of another like that!?

We were meant to be and you'll understand.

I write this as I unlock your door.

It's sad that you don't have animals to make you aware of of my presence but oh well you'll be safe with me.

I leave your door open and climb up your stairs.

I've memerized your houses layout.

Some call me creepy and obsessive,
But to keep it short I need to be.
To keep you with me.
To make you love me.
To make you want me.
To make you crave me like I crave you.

I open your door and quietly sneak over to your bed.

Your fast asleep.
Your face is to peaceful.
Your mouth is open just slightly so you can breath.
Your chest moves up in down in sync with your breathing.

I tediously slide my hands under your small delicate frame.

I lift you and walk out of your house, locking the door behind me.

I set you down in my car.

I already made a comfortable bed for you.

I was prepared for you to wake up but to my luck you didn't.

I drove out of town and into the woods.

I had a cabin waiting for us.

During this whole 'kidnapping' I was smiling.

I parked in front of the cabin.

I got out grabbed you from the back of my car and unlocked the door.

I walked to the basement.

The door was barricaded so in case someone called a search for you they were sure to not find you.

I unlocked all of the locks to the door and walked inside.

There was a bed with chains.

I gave enough room for you to get up and move around the room a bit.

I set you down tucked you in and locked you arms into the locks, making sure they fit.

As I sat down on a stool next to your bed you woke up.

I smiled even wider.

You looked around in panic.

You started screaming at me.

I reached behind me and grabbed a bat.

You stopped and pleaded for mercy.

Oh how it hurt me to kill you.

I went upstairs to check something.

I came back down into the basement.

It seemed you had already bleed out.

The bat must've hit you harder than I  expected.

I set the first aid kit down on the stool.

I crawled up next to you whispering over and over again how much I loved you.

We were meant to be.

I will stay by your side until death comes for me.

Oh I loved you.

And oh how I wished I had told you sooner.

It's such a shame that it had to come to this.

I will starve to death by your side though.

I love you.

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