I know where his apartment is. Already, I know it by heart. Sometimes I go by there, just in case we might cross paths. Leave it up to fate. It’d be pathetic if I were waiting for him or seeking him out, but if I happen to go by his apartment on my way to the train or the library or the coffee shop I like, and if I happen to see him, that’s just fate. If he didn’t want to see me around the neighborhood, he should’ve moved farther away. I know, I know. I know I’m not coming off as the hero of this story. This is, at the very best, loser behavior, if not actual creep behavior.
