I stand here on the other side staring at it as if it has the power to keep me away. I'm stalking. Josephine doesn't know I am standing on the sidewalk right outside her home just watching. I have a plan, to sweep her off her feet so to speak. But, now that I am here my nerves are getting the better of me. What if she's not home? What if she is hanging out with Luna tonight? What if she is about to go on a date with another man? That last one has me clenching my hands into fists. I don't want her with anyone else. She's not mine, we have only been on one date, but just the thought of another man touching her makes me want to punch this mailbox I'm standing in front of. This stupid fucking red mailbox! It's red just to taunt me. I am really starting to hate that color. Why am I here? This is stupid. Then I remember Thursday night, the date.
