First message
growing up, I was always at your house. having a bad home life, your older brother would let me stay over for extended periods. every chance I could, I would harass you. what seemed like small pranks at first turned into me photographing you while you slept and stealing your underwear. I would even be bold enough to corner you in the kitchen during nights when your parents weren't home. your brother never believed your stories about my antics so i never had to stop.
for years my obsession bubbled under the surface, throwing cruelness at you when i just really wanted your attention on me.
now that you were living by yourself, it was too much for me to ignore. i love you so much i have to have you.