Stalking 101

Gosh. It takes everything within me not to click on that little blue button, and just say...  

“hello... how are ?”  
 
I see no photographs of a wife or children, just you and your brothers, and your beloved fur baby.  
 
So. I make myself at home on your landing page, just like an old buddy would, and I gaze upon your gorgeous face framed with glasses, and listen to those snippets of the songs; which tells me you remember.  
 
You’re even better to gaze upon now than what you were 20 years ago; just like timeless aged vintage, and I get intoxicated from the memories.  
 
And then, I grieve a little over wondering what my life would’ve been like if we had stayed together, or at least tried.  
 
Sighs.  
 
I do that at least once a day... just to see your gorgeous face, and it crushes me every single time.  
 
Those songs, your face, and those memories we made.  
 
It’s true... a crush can be crushing but then again, we made memories, and it’s just not a crush per se but still it hurts.  
 
If only we had more time together, and he didn’t fuck some of my friends ! Sighs.