There's something disturbing about knowing who your stalker is...
But not being able to tell anyone. It's even more disturbing when your best and only friends accept him into your circle and think he's the coolest guy to have ever graced the planet.
From the moment he made me spill my coffee and then asked me to show him where the office was.. and even beyond that, he knew me. Or should I say, he knew who I was and I had no idea he even existed on this planet.
I never thought anything remotely like this would happen to me. I lived a normal, plain life.
I didn't think there was anything special about me. Most people think that about themselves though.
That's the thing about stalkers- they see everything great about you and more, even if those things aren't really there. It's not fair
