A stranger.

You’re supposed to be a stranger— an acquaintance, at the very most. But technology makes it so easy to challenge the fine line between “observer” and “overseer”.

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                                     I’d rather not stalk you.

                            I’d rather see you as someone real than conjure mere projections of you in my head to keep me company.

                                    This new approach certainly is deadening, but I’ll be okay.

                                    .

Your existence makes me hope for the best.