The crazy thing about this is that he knows me like the back of his hand. We had just met and its like he read a book on me. When he would talk he would say the same thing I would think.
It’s like he’s in my mind reading my endless thoughts. Memorizing my questions and feelings over certain subjects.
Was he a mind reader?
Was this love?
Then one of the strangest thing happened yesterday,
he came up to me and asked me about the picture I took yesterday. I was alone yesterday in my back yard taking pictures. But I remember seeing a figure and sensing a pair of eyes on me, and them when I turned around and took a snapshot of where I felt the eyes there was a black figure in the background but when i developed the film…...
Nevermind I’ve written too much.
And thats all I have to say about that.