Did you know? I leave you messages and presents sometimes, but I never know if you realize they are from me. I take such care choosing what I leave you, I do so want them to be right.
The notes, they are all from me. My writing isn't the best so I thought I’d use letters from newspapers. I believe in recycling, as you do, as whenever I can I use the papers you have discarded. I like to think you’ll recognize the typeset and the print.
I left the flowers too. I usually pick some when I’m walking through the streets when I can’t sleep but you have already turned out your light. The house at number 42 had some lovely blooms but they’ve run out now. Did you like the patterns I made with the petals? I waited until I saw the lights come back on, first in your bedroom then in the kitchen, before I laid them out on your lawn this morning.
Did you like the chocolates? I made them myself, just for you. You didn’t share them with anyone I hope. They are my gift to you, not to her or to your family or to your so-called friends. Just you. I put something special in to zing up the taste, I hope you noticed. Another little thing from me to you.
I wish you wouldn’t ignore me as you pass by. It hurts, you know? I forgive you and I know it’s only for appearances’ sake, but an occasional kind word or friendly gesture would go a long way. She probably wouldn’t like it I suppose, but it’ll be our secret. I won’t tell and I know it’s what you want too.
I’ll always be there for you, waiting, in case you need me. Look for me and you’ll see me. I’m always there.