Sweet Stalker – A Valentine’s Day Story

No, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Well, not really. I have seen you before, but I doubt you’ve ever noticed me.

I kind of like it when you come around. Obviously, you’re very pretty, but there’s something else. Your face, it seems almost familiar but, then again, I really doubt there could be anyone else quite like you.

So it has to be you…
Something about you…

Your eyes are beautiful. They sparkle like sapphires. It makes my heart skip to feel them on me.

I don’t even know why I would want to tell you this. But when I see you, the world stops making sense. I feel frantic and desperate, like I’ve forgotten something very important. It’s like when you’ve lost something good and the world can never be right again, until you get it back.

Sadly for me, I’ll never get it back.

Yeah, it’s all weird and awkward and creepy, and on top of that it hurts, because I could pour my heart out and you wouldn’t care at all. As bad as it would be for me to try, I’m sure that it would be even worse for you, of course.

I suppose that’s what we get for interacting with the world from such a distance. We lose that empathy and compassion that make things like friendship and love possible. We get stuck in small circles and everyone else is a stranger, an outsider…

And of course we’re all encouraged to over-react. It’s all guilty until proven harmless. Frankly, all this drama is ridiculous. Most of us aren’t even that important. We could drop dead and the world would go right on and not even notice.

And that’s the one thing I have that I can give you. You are important to me. You do matter to me. It’s a shame that you don’t even know who I am.

I could give my life to you. I’d do anything to make you happy, to see you smile, to hear you laugh. If you were at my side, I could face anything in life and be alright. But that’s never going to happen and you’ll never even know how completely that breaks my heart.

It hurts. It really, really hurts. Even more than when you shot me. You didn’t even give me a chance.

But this is all I need. If I can’t live with you, at least we can die together.

Your eyes… they’re so pretty… they sparkle…

even after…

I squeezed all…

the life…

out…

 

Joe Stanley

story by Joe Stanley

 

image by SARAH

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