I was a teenage stalker

She was very beautiful, or at least I thought so. When she turned me down I became depressed, dispossessed and obsessed. I wrote to her for years afterwards, on expensive paper and envelopes in funky combinations of her favorite colours. I spent hours, days making compilation tapes of vaguely meaningful songs and sending them. I transposed all the lyrics and typed them up and sent them in a folder with the final cassette. Thought about ending it. I worshiped her, from a distance, rarely saw her, felt an ache in my chest for 8 years, for the first 3 thought of her daily. I actually thought that we'd been together in a previous life, that we were soul mates but she'd forgotten. I was bereft and grieving and had never really known her. That feeling comes back now and again, 25 years later. Sad old man. Never really loved anyone else. Not like that.

She's married now. Been together years, they have. Kids, lovely house, lovely setting. Probably have a white picket fence.