January 3rd:
My darling, I've watched you everyday since you moved in one floor above mine. You wake up everyday at 6:30, then head out by 7:15. I haven't had the courage to present myself. You’re so mesmerizing it's overwhelming.
January 5th:
You work at the coffee shop two blocks away. Sometimes I go to the pizza place, just across the street, to watch you. You’re usually home by 9.
January 8th:
I’m determined to declare my feelings for you. I can already picture it. I’m positive you'll be happy by my admiration, every girl wants to be looked at the way I look at you. I adore you my sweet human.
January 18th:
Feeling courageous, you do your weekly grocery shopping today, so I met you at the store.
After six months watching you from afar, I saw every detail of your beautiful face. I introduced myself and explained how I knew so much about you already. How I had watched you every day for the few days.
Much to my surprise you weren't the least bit flattered. Instead, you called me a creep. I meant no harm, but you humiliated me.
January 19th:
I had every detail of our life together planned. From our first date, to where our children would go to school. I still love you greatly, so I’m giving you another chance. I'm determined to show you how lucky you’ll be to have me in your life. Just give me a day or two to build up my courage again.
January 21st:
I tried to surprise you at the coffee shop today and asked for a date, but you wouldn’t budge. You called me a creep over and over again. At 9, when you walked into the building hallway, always on time, I struck you. My deepest apologies.
January 22nd:
I didn't mean to hurt you my darling. You’re in my room right now, I brought you here to treat your wounds. I promise I'm taking great care of you, this will show you how big of a sweetheart I am.
January 23rd:
You tried to escape today.
I told you to stay still and you wouldn’t listen. A man walked into the hallway, and I couldn't let him hear you. He would take you away from me. I put my hand over your mouth to stop your screaming. I must have been too rough because a few minutes later you were lifeless in my arms.
You just had to sit there and let me feed you, that was all. I’m truly heartbroken.
January 25th:
After a few days spent cuddling on my apartment floor, I decided what to do. First, I washed your body, then I opened you up.
Starting with your stomach, I took out all your organs, and admired how even your insides were beautiful.
I ate a couple to make sure I felt part of you with me. Then I emptied out the rest of your body, washed us again, and sewed you back to normal.
January 26th:
I went to your favorite mall to buy you clothes. You looked absolutely gorgeous in them.
January 30th:
We went to your favorite hiking trail and encountered a woman who ran when she saw us.
January 31st:
You've rotten almost completely. The smell, which I liked at first, grew to be too much. I got you in a new dress, and put you in the hole underneath our building’s laundry room, next to the other loves of my life.
I hope you’re not jealous, I promise you were my absolute favorite.
There you go putting words in my mouth again. But I've chatted off topic with you long enough. Hope you get over your rage at Stacy someday so you can have a functional relationship!
Thank you!
