OBSESSION

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He gave me a polaroid photo in black and white of him sitting on a hill, and he told me that in the photo he was thinking about me. In the photo, he looked very serious. I guess he must have been thinking hard.

So, I got it. He liked me. He more than liked me. He was obsessed with me. There was nothing special about him. I didn’t even know the guy. But, apparently, he knew me. Had been studying me for a while.