(1:38 p.m. -Saturday)
Me: Who are you?
Stalker-Person: Are you ever going to get tired of asking me that?
Me: I might after you tell me who you are 😉
Stalker-Person: You're cute Emmy, but no amount of cuteness will get me to cave.
Me: Awe, but why? What's the big Secret? Why won't you tell me 😢
Stalker-Person: I just... I can't. Not right now. There's too much going on in both of our lives to throw who I actually am into the mix.
Me: I don't even think that makes sense Stalker-Person.
Stalker-Person: Don't worry Ember, it does.
Me: Why do you get to know my name, but I don't get to know yours?😔
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Stalker-Person: ... Because, I have cared about you since elementary school. I don't even think you realize I exist anymore.
Me: Anymore...? Do I know you?
Stalker-Person: You did, a long time ago.
Me: PLEASE Stalker-person?! At least give me a hint!
Stalker-Person: No.
Me: Do you really want me to keep calling you Stalker-Person?
Stalker-Person: What happened to you blocking me?
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Me: Do you... want me to block you?
Stalker-Person: It's your phone. That's your choice.
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Me: Okay.
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Perfect Girl ✔
Short StoryCopyrighted 2016 *COMPLETED* ~Highest Ranking #18 in Short Story~ I never realized how much I needed someone. Until Him. -&- A story where a boy wants to share the world with Her. ~Story told through text messaging~
