– to reach for the best and hope for the worst, and I followed it up till’ now. As they say it’s the best way to go through life, but that “best” never happened. Nevertheless, I waited and waited.
I woke up in the morning and reached for my phone. Stupid instagram posts, zero messages and zero phone calls. And that really screwed up my morning. I wanted to feel that someone thinks about me in the morning… Someone cares about me. Why? Was I that afwuI? Since I was a little girl, I believed that I deserve to be loved and cherished. I deserved for that little, but so important question:“How are you?”, - but no one ever asked it.
I opened the window for to let the fresh spring air in. I felt a blast of pure air - it had a smell of flowers, but they haven’t started blooming yet..? I didn’t give this fact any notice and went directly to the bathroom. While brushing my hair, I heard a slight noise. I peeped out and saw a pigeon flying away. He must have been sitting on my window and got scared of me. I had almost finished my morning routine – and then I noticed something bizarre. There was a letter on my night table. “What?!” – I asked myself. I didn’t even notice when I was already opening the letter, and suddenly I was already reading the first words….
“Good morning?
Did you sleep well? I hope your day will be amazing.
To My Dearly Beloved,
Your Mr.X”
A thunder had hit me. I lost my speech, even though I didn’t need any words at that moment. I stared in disbelief…Was this some kind of a joke? Well, who jokes like this? A sudden chill swept through me….Is someone wants me to go nuts? What is this! I sat on my bed, holding the letter firmly with my both hands. I pinched myself and sadly, this wasn’t a dream. Okay, if I’m the real world, there are only two options – it’s a joke or this is a stalker letter. I was furiated- Mindy! It must be her! I reached for my phone and dialed her number.
- Hey!!! This is not funny!
Well, hi? What a nice way to start a conversation.
Do you hear me Mindy, what is this all about? The pigeon, the letter?
What the heck are you talking about? Did you have a good night's sleep?
What do you mean you don’t know?
I have to go, talk to you later. Bye!
So if she wasn’t kidding there was only one answer.
SHIt!
I looked at my phone again and I was already late for work! Big day today! And I left the letter on the bed and hurried out of her apartment.
The day was long and productive. I was returning home, when Miranda called and asked whether I calmed down .
- And then I realized - almost forgot about the letter already..
- OMG, you’re still talking about bizarre things? I see today is not your day. Whatever….Do you remember Tony? His friend Alice just got a…………..
I didn’t hear, nor remember another word Mindy said. I fully concentrated my thoughts on the incident in the morning. As I took every step, I felt anxious. Will there be another letter?
It was only a guess. But as soon as I’ve stepped on my floor, I noticed a note stuck on my entrance doors: “Hello My Lovely,
How was your day? I missed your eyes…
Your Mr.X”
Another one? My Mr.?! .. Maybe I should tell the police?
I was too tired to start imagining what this might lead to and who might be writing this, so I went straight to bed…I was scared to confess to myself, that I actually liked these mystery messages. Someone cared…Someone thought about me. And with that thought I fell asleep.
Next day. Third person It was Saturday, so she decided to read her old notes about her dreams and love goals. She pulled out her pink diary from her teenage years that was more like a book of love. She accidentally spilled and Indian drink on it last Sunday that she bought at intercultural fair. She loved trying different spicy food and extraordinary drinks that she never heard of. So she took one of the drinks home, because it was impossible to stay outside one more second under that scorching sun. And when she put it on her table , it somehow spilled and got her favorite book of love and dreams – her pink diary.. She opened it, and some of the pages were partly ruined… You could barely see her little notes: "I need someone to love me, someone to be crazy about me…..Deep, passionate feeling" . That was all you could understand from the last two pages…. But she remembered exactly what it said before. She closed her eyes and imagined being loved and cherished by a handsome, strong and a dark-haired man.
She didn’t realize that someone was already crazy about her. Maniacally crazy.
After a couple of days/
My mom always told me- be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.
My wish just came true, but it wasn’t passionate love, I became an object of love. Of a person who I didn’t even know.
And then I started googling everything about stalking. I closed my laptop after I read the first two articles, which suggested to tell the police if you sense any potential danger. I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to think badly about him. It’ just little pieces of paper with notes on them. Whatever.
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