Going through my pictures, I went to the one that I had just taken, and the phone slowly slipped out of my grasp. What had escaped my notice before is that the couch I had taken the picture on was against a window, which showed the backyard of the house. But in this picture, it wasn't an empty backyard. No, behind...
Random musings of an unoriginal soul who has been thrown under the bus too many times her mother wouldn't even recognize her.
He's her stalker. He's not creepy or anything. He's just a guy in love and afraid to shoot his shot. He's this big scary looking guy who looks like he bulldozers people, so he never gets a chance to let people see the real side of him. They make up their mind as soon as they see him. She loves being stalked. She know...