Purple Puddles

Leave me alone while I stalk the living daylights out of him.

I'd rather be a hopeless romantic than a lonely cynic.

His favourite whiskey lies unopened on the topshelf just in case he decides to dropby. And no you're not allowed to touch it.

One night I'll be shaken out of slumber by the whir of his bike pulling up on my street.

My dog will know before I do that it's no longer just a dream.