I followed you. Physically. To the coffee shop....

I followed you. Physically. To the coffee shop. To the gym. To the store. Not in a threatening way. Just... accidentally on purpose. Coincidentally nearby. "Oh hey! Fancy seeing you here!" I lie. I planned this. I timed this. I engineered this. You think it's serendipity. You think we have cosmic timing. You think it's fate. It's stalking. Light stalking. But stalking. And I should stop. But I won't. Can't. Don't want to.