So I have this daily routine durning the week. I get up, drink a protein shake and walk the 4 blocks to my local recreation center. I do 30 min or so on the weights, then I walk the track at the nearby park for a half mile or so and then walk back home.
Today, as I am walking the track, I look down at me feet and what do I see? In huge sidewalk chalk letters, the words, "MEGAN <3's YOU!" In other words, Megan Loves You.
My ex's name is Meghan.
I know that the name on the sidewalk is missing the letter H. I know that it probably wasn't written for me and it has nothing to do with me whatsoever. I know that it is likely that some sweet, 12 year old kid named Megan wrote it to proclaim her love to the entire world.
It doesn't change the fact that I feel like I can't escape this right now. When she and I had our apartment together, we didn't have a welcome mat. So she drew one... in sidewalk chalk. She used to take a bucket of that stuff and draw with the kids in the apartment complex. I know I am probably being paranoid but the letters looked like they were her handwriting.
She calls me and leaves strange messages in the middle of the night. She drives past my house...
This must be what going crazy feels like...
Today, as I am walking the track, I look down at me feet and what do I see? In huge sidewalk chalk letters, the words, "MEGAN <3's YOU!" In other words, Megan Loves You.
My ex's name is Meghan.
I know that the name on the sidewalk is missing the letter H. I know that it probably wasn't written for me and it has nothing to do with me whatsoever. I know that it is likely that some sweet, 12 year old kid named Megan wrote it to proclaim her love to the entire world.
It doesn't change the fact that I feel like I can't escape this right now. When she and I had our apartment together, we didn't have a welcome mat. So she drew one... in sidewalk chalk. She used to take a bucket of that stuff and draw with the kids in the apartment complex. I know I am probably being paranoid but the letters looked like they were her handwriting.
She calls me and leaves strange messages in the middle of the night. She drives past my house...
This must be what going crazy feels like...
I've always kind of wanted a stalker. Only a cute girl one though. No fat ladies or who just have nothing better to do. Let me know when you're done with yours and we'll make an exchange over eBay.