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Dearest,
          
          I have studied the way you move. The way your shoulders tense when you feel watched. The way you hesitate before opening a door, as if sensing something beyond it. The way your steps quicken when you’re alone in the dark, as if some part of you knows.
          
          You are right to feel that way.
          
          I have matched my steps to yours before. You didn’t hear me, not really, but some part of you felt me. A shift in the air, a presence too close, a breath that was not your own.
          
          You don’t need to see me.
          
          You just need to keep walking.
          
          I’ll be there, following, waiting, loving you in the spaces between each step.