I've always known that we were meant to be together. Ever since I first saw them at the coffee shop, I felt a connection that transcended the ordinary. They didn't notice me then, of course, but I noticed everything about them. The way they sipped their latte, the way their eyes crinkled when they smiled—it was all so perfect.

I started learning their routines. They always left their apartment at 7:30 AM, grabbing their coffee from the same place, sitting in the same corner. I found ways to be close without them seeing me. I knew their schedule better than they did. It felt like we were already in sync.

I collected mementos: a discarded coffee cup, a hair tie they dropped, anything that had touched them. I kept them in a box under my bed, a shrine to our future together. I created a scrapbook of their life, filled with photos I took secretly. Each picture was a testament to our future together. Some might call it stalking, but they don't understand the purity of my intentions. I only want to be near them.