“Are you telling me you haven’t gone full stalker on her yet?” This makes me release a dry chuckle, amused at the irony of it myself. The weird fluttering feeling low in my stomach—that I’m starting to learn is in fact metaphorical butterflies—happens again. I know this because I googled it to make sure there wasn’t anything medically wrong with me. “Actually, she’s stalking me.”
oh bitch! He’s usually the stalker?? omg this is going to be GOLDEN
