I’m sitting here in my car watching my man.
I love him, and he loves me. He’s shy, and says we can’t walks together or hold hands. That’s OK. We always hold hands in my dreams. He’s my man and I will always take care of him. Like the lunches I pack for him everyday, or the little surprises I leave by his door, and the sweet nothings I whisper into his phone.
He says I shouldn’t, but I know he loves it.
Yesterday some lawyer sent me a restraining order.
He didn’t do it. It’s his wife. But I know he doesn’t love her. Look, he’s not even holding hands.
In response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday challenge of Week 26.
My apologies to all the nice people in her photo for my creepy stalker story. I swear it’s just fiction 😉