You had a stalker that was madly in love with you, but you didn’t really know who it was.

You came home from a party with a guy, and you both made out.

Soon then you heard knocking, and the guy goes to open it.

He didn’t see anyone so y’all went back to you.

The next morning you wake up to knocks.

You go to open it and see a pair of hands in a jar, a note and a bouquet of roses.

*”I don’t share. Have another man lay a hand on you, and you’re having a collection of them.” -Z.