John Doe
I watched her as she dropped her kids off at school. I wasn"t sure what it was that drew me to her; I only knew it wasn’t just her curves, or her long blonde hair and blue eyes. There’s something else. Something I was missing before.
I think I understand now, and I found myself following her as she drove away. It felt like a cellular memory, or a message being received from a long distance away, and I followed the feeling through the streets of the town. It was actually a little unpleasant being so drawn to something while understanding I was crossing a line, but I couldn"t help myself.
Yesterday, I followed her all the way home, and after she went inside, I lingered, watching her windows. They were dark reflecting pools dotting the front of the house, and I found myself starin
