A Letter to my Stalker

 

You think you’re so good, don’t you? You think you’re so good at deceiving me, at hiding from me, at becoming invisible. Well, guess what; you are not as good as you think you are.

I thought we were far behind this, I thought when you saw that I was happily married and settled down with the love of my life, you would leave me alone, I thought when we moved out of Nepal, I could leave all this behind,  but I was wrong.

They say you can feel when you are being watched, and I feel it truer now, than ever. I do not know where you are, but I know you are around here somewhere silently watching me from afar and keeping track of my every move.

At first, I thought it was only in my head. I thought I must be imagining; not being able to go of the fear of the past horrible experience. But when we found the door to our apartment wide open past midnight open one night, I knew it was you. How did you find out where we live? How long have you been following us? And more importantly, how did you get a key to the apartment? I knew what I thought was imagining was true when nothing valuable was missing from the apartment. But, I immediately noticed that my bottle of perfume and my hairbrush were not where I kept the night before. It was all you needed, wasn’t it? You make me sick.

This has got to be the worst thing you have done, ever. And you have done some pretty horrible things. I do not understand your obsession with me when I have told you time and again that I never was interested and simply, never will be. You left me about a hundred missed calls one night when you were drunk and you just had to talk to me. I blocked your number after that. You told people we were in a relationship, even when we were not. I stopped acknowledging you at that point. But it drove you even madder.  Now; now, you have crossed a boundary; you have invaded into our privacy. And this time, I am not going to make it easy for you. This is a public challenge for you. I know you find ways to see my posts on Facebook and I know you read my blog. The next time, you decide to pull a similar stunt, I will be prepared for you and you will be sorry.

Sincerely,

The Girl Who Hates your Guts