he followed you one day. He noticed how you would always leave at night. you were sitting on the deck of the lake. he admired how beautiful and peaceful you looked…but he would never admit that. the scenery was beautiful, there was an old ruin in the middle of the lake, overgrown moss and flowers everywhere, the moonlight illuminating everything. you knew he was there, you didn’t even have to turn around “have I ever told you I think you’re pretty like the moon?” “what?”