Always
It was a sunny Spring day & my friend met me for lunch in the village. He was in a great mood & greeting everyone with a handshake & smile. Meeting your neighbors on good terms, in the mountains, what could be nicer. Afterwards we walked to the local post office.
The skies darkened and in walked the sour looking freemason freak, the one who is obsessed with seeing me, always. The one who was so inspired by me in 2003, infatuated with me in 2004, that he relocated his entire life to be near me. And so he is, near me. Always. In the same small town, under one simple rule, he will SEE ME. Always.
As I take care of business at the counter, my friend turns to the brother leaving & says a simple Hi There. Much to my shock, I turn to see who he is meeting now & low & behold, he MUST MAKE make his negative presence known, right there in my lil post office in the afternoon - for everyone to see. Was he waving to me, or flipping me off? I couldn't tell, as my back was turned to him.
This sad villain will stop at nothing to see me flinch, to watch me cry, to get even. He has to continue poisoning our precious alpine paradise. All in the unhealthy name of SPITE. Years later, and his turmoil and drama continues. He must document every step I take, every move I make. Calling the authorities at the slightest glance. In the gas station, on the roadways, at his neighbors home, anywhere he sees me.
Inevitably we will be senior citizens here together, and he will still be pissed at the evil girl who ruined his love life.
Give it up already.
The skies darkened and in walked the sour looking freemason freak, the one who is obsessed with seeing me, always. The one who was so inspired by me in 2003, infatuated with me in 2004, that he relocated his entire life to be near me. And so he is, near me. Always. In the same small town, under one simple rule, he will SEE ME. Always.
As I take care of business at the counter, my friend turns to the brother leaving & says a simple Hi There. Much to my shock, I turn to see who he is meeting now & low & behold, he MUST MAKE make his negative presence known, right there in my lil post office in the afternoon - for everyone to see. Was he waving to me, or flipping me off? I couldn't tell, as my back was turned to him.
This sad villain will stop at nothing to see me flinch, to watch me cry, to get even. He has to continue poisoning our precious alpine paradise. All in the unhealthy name of SPITE. Years later, and his turmoil and drama continues. He must document every step I take, every move I make. Calling the authorities at the slightest glance. In the gas station, on the roadways, at his neighbors home, anywhere he sees me.
Inevitably we will be senior citizens here together, and he will still be pissed at the evil girl who ruined his love life.
Give it up already.
posted by DanaMite @ 8:47 PM
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