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I want you to see me, Maggie.
Now, I want to be clear, that was not my intention when I started this little… hobby of mine. In fact, it was very much my intention not to be seen in any way, shape, or form. As it turns out, that wasn’t particularly hard to achieve. Not to brag, but I have enough experience in this domain that I’d consider myself quite a professional, or at least a very dedicated and talented amateur.
That being said, you also didn’t make it particularly difficult. Did you know that the apartment across the alley from yours is vacant? It wasn’t much of a hardship to get in either, I just bought some takeout and brought it in late at night, flashed my phone screen with a delivery screenshot it at the doorman and he just waved me up. I’m not sure if he ever noticed that I never came back down that night, but I’ve been in and out since then and nobody’s seemed to care. The place isn’t the nicest, especially since it’s unfurnished and clearly squatted in long before me – but I make do with a hot plate and an electric heater, and it’s worth it to be able to see you.
To be honest, I didn’t even think you’d remembered me. After all, all you really did was bump into in the grocery store, and you smiled and apologized to me as we picked up our things we’d been carrying. Are you too stubborn to use a basket too, if you’re just picking up a few things? It sure seemed like it – it was almost too easy to slip a little bug into that box of lentils as I handed it back to you. That’s the kind of thing that sits in the pantry forever, so I knew it wasn’t going to be found quickly. Do you remember, our hands touched as we both went to pick up the bag of pasta. You blushed, and grabbed it, and apologized. You left the store and figured you’d never see me again.
I do know, now, that you did remember me. I heard you that night, cooking that pasta that I’d touched, telling your girlfriend about that “weird girl at the supermarket who stared at you for too long and tried to touch you.” I was so shocked that you remembered me, it told me I had done the right thing. I do wish I’d chipped something that sat somewhere a little easier to hear, especially when you close the pantry. No matter though, what with being on the 8th floor, I understand you have no reason to close your blinds, and that’s honestly the next best thing.
I wish you knew how much better things could be for you, Maggie. I wish you could know how the blowing curtains frame you as you dance around your room, how beautiful you look when you grin up at the sum. I wish you had someone who would cherish you, who listens to your every word, who watches you with stars hung in their eyes. I’m practicing now. I’m already listening, I’m already watching. I just wish you knew I was here, I wish you’d just look across the alley at the other apartment.
I saw the way she touched you, how she pressed her hands to your waist, cupped your breasts, pushed you onto the bed. I watched her fuck you Maggie, in that bed you shared with her. I knew even then I could do it better, but I watched you come back to her over and over again. Did you think about that “weird girl” when she slammed the door, when she threw down the dishes and rattled the pictures in their frames? Did you think about how our hands had brushed, how I’d looked at you then, watched you go your own way? Do you not regret turning back to look at me?
Anyway, she’s been gone a while now. It’s the longest I’ve seen her stay away from you – I’ll give her one thing, I think she understands as well as me how irresistible you are, your charm and allure. But I think this one’s for good. All you would need to do is look at me, see me across the way from you. I’m ready whenever you are. I can be better than she ever was.