You save everything that you can from me. Little scraps of paper I have disgarded, tissues that have my lipstick on them, empty bottles of body wash, empty perfume bottles. Anything that you can get your hands on.
You take pictures of me when I am out doing my daily errands, watch as I sip my coffee, trail behind me when I am at the Museum.
You think that I don’t know about you. You think that every night when you open your closet door to reveal that so called ‘secret shrine’ that you have set up in my honor that you are the only one who knows. Guess what? I know. I have known all along.
Some would call what you do stalking, but what would they call it if they knew I set this up? I saw you first you see, and did everything I could to make sure you noticed me. I know where you are at all times, I control you and your actions and I have never had to speak a single word to you.
I set out to become your secret passion, and that is exactly what I have become.
Maxine
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