stalker

what happens when an old friend drops by in the middle of the night so that you wouldn't have to get smashed alone?

your ex, who happens to live a street away, does walk-bys and drive-bys every ten minutes or so. he then calls your cellphone twice. since you don't pick up (yeah nic, i really have a nasty habit about not picking up my cellphone), he calls your landline. not once, not twice, not even three times. four times until you pick up. he then makes a big deal of old friend being at your house. he picks a fight. he demands he sees you. you spend an hour arguing with him. he leaves. he then calls again, talk some more, go out of the house. he then utters all of these cryptic things that have long since ceased to be meaningful since it's almost three in the morning and you've been nursing a nasty headache for the last week or so. he walks away when you can't promise that you can't get mad at him for something that he will be "revealing" to you.

his last hurrah? two messages, one at three to tell you to have a nice life, and another one at 430 accusing you that you're a liar and that you'd have a miserable life forever.

why am i not scared? because, honey, you're not the first one who threatened me with a miserable ever after.

i am scared though that you walk by my house often. i am scared that you've violated my privacy. i am scared that you look into my windows and listen outside my house because you suspect something.

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don't be scary, please. don't stalk, don't threaten. live your life, and i'll live mine. you don't throw ten years of friendship down the drain simply because we didn't work out. you don't question the other person's decision to move on. YOU move on, too.