i dont know why , or how. but i do know love. he doesnt know me, but i know him for sure. somethings doesnt add up. call me crazy but sometimes i think to myself and speek , "we'll be together" i didnt say we had to last. all we have to do is see if this is real what im thinking about or is it just the run of my crazy; wild imagination that runs with liberty knowing i can say and so anything without anyone knowing ; without a reaction of society. im Jay Ramirez, fifteen. and this is my life as a stalker you may sayAll Rights Reserved