The Boy Next Door.

"He watched me.
Every move I made, every glance I took,
everything I ate, even in my sleep, I could feel him watching me.

He knew me.
He knew me from my clothes, to my sweet scented body wash,
the shampoo, the breakfast, the lunch, and dinner.
And you might call this creepy,
pedofile-ish, scary or whatever!
but one question, does your lover know this much
about you?" I said, staring her in the eyes, waiting for her answer.

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