my dreams were shattered this morning as i walked to my car and saw a familiar face, my stalker, who is in fact nice. much to my dismay i realized he is no stalker at all. he is a simple man who waits on the sidewalk for a van to pick him up. i’m not quite sure where he goes but the thought of him diligently waiting each and every morning for this particular van to pick him up is just heartwarming. now i sit here, no longer in denial that this man is indeed not a stalker, and wonder who the flowers were for? girlfriend? teacher? because clearly they weren't for me. i miss my stalker, at least he waived.
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