You were driving by when I first saw
you. You had a nice car and I was a hitchhiker, nothing more. You
see, I know you better than anyone else in the world. You tend to
like to sit at home alone, and I like that too. You see, I’ve been
with you while you were alone. Remember that bump you heard in your
attic, that was me. I wanted to say “Hi,” when you came up and
investigated but I was afraid that you would get mad, so I hid. I
also love to watch you sleep. And when you start to stir, I
slip under the bed until you leave for work, and then I smell all of
your lovely perfumes. There is only one thing I hate about you. Your
boyfriend. I want to be him, so, I hope you like the present that
came with this letter. He’s freshly dead, so you can say your
goodbyes. I killed him with a knife, if you can’t already tell.
By now, you must be thinking we
belong together, because I would kill for you. That is why I did
this and sent this letter. Your boyfriend was a jerk. He wouldn’t
stop screaming until he was dead. I almost got caught because of it.
The knife felt good along when it penetrated his skin, because as
soon as he was dead, I knew that you’d be mine. That’s why I did
it, out of my love for you. Now, you must understand I love
you more than any human being ever would. That is why I’m doing
this. You’ll be sad at first, but you’ll soon realize we are
perfect for each other. So please, please allow the whole world to
know that I love you. And please don’t try to call the police.
Your phone lines are already disconnected, and I’ve siphoned the
gas out of your car. Please don’t walk either, because if I come to
your house and don’t find you there, well, I won’t be very happy.
Please don’t cry, though, all love has misunderstandings.
There is more to me than meets the eye.
I may have seemed like a bum when you saw me, but I can do things for
you, I can make you happy, my love, that is all you need. I swear
that I will love you until I die. Or you do. Please, just listen.
That is the way things go. People die, people live, and love happens
to come out of it. Now, I’ll be coming later tonight, so you can
actually meet me, and I hope, I hope to God, that you love me as much
as I love you for getting rid of that wretched lout you called a
boyfriend. Now you can be with me, for as long as you live.
With love,
Your secret admirer
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