It couldn’t be. I broke up with her a month ago. So why am I seeing her everywhere I go? She wasn’t always weird.
The first time I met Cassie, she was amazing I thought. She was about to get her masters, but didn’t take her self too seriously. I liked that about her. She was funny, and had a quick wit. As a part time comic, something I wished I had.
We had fun together; that was the best part. We decided to be exclusive, and see how it would go. I assumed since we were having so much fun together, it stay like that.
She became needy and possessive, and wanting to know where I was at all times. It wore me out–quick. I told her we could still be friends. Yeah, that always works.
Studying in the park I thought I saw her again. I pulled out my cell, and called her number. The theme from the show Cops came from behind the tree. Cassie came around the tree with a crazy look in her eyes.
Scared, I yelled, “What the fuck are you doing?”
It seemed like everyone in the park heard me, and looked my way. I could hear Cassie crying as she ran away. Hopefully it’d be the last time I saw my stalker. Highly doubtful though.