Long Distance Relationship

I’ve always been a bit clingy-- I’ll be the first to admit that.

I just hate that feeling you get knowing that something is over.

I don’t watch television series finales. I don’t read the the last book in a trilogy.

Hell, I don’t even say goodbye when someone leaves-- I always just say “see you later.”

So, you can understand why I would be reluctant to get attached to anyone.

But, when you meet someone you just click with, it’s not easy.

I mean when I first met her it was just-- I’m sorry, what was your name again?

Ah, thank you-- So, Frank, when I first met her, I knew I was hooked.

From her gentle smile, to her contagious laugh-- it was clear she was perfect.

But, like I said, that posed more problems than benefits.

If I tried to become her friend, we might not get along--

Even if I became her boyfriend, we could break up.

So, the answer became obvious.

I’d just watch her.

What? Oh-- Sure, I’d love a drink.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, right--

I just watched-- admiring her from a distance.

It worked great for awhile, but then she met him.

From the first time I saw her talk to him, I knew he would be a problem.

He was pushy, cocky, and worst of all: Charming. As. Hell.

They were inseparable, she became his shadow.

He brought her everywhere, always sure to let people know she was “his girl.”

Then, one day, he went too far.

I was sitting in my car, looking into her apartment-- which was now “their apartment.”

They got into an argument over him paying rent-- after all it was “their apartment.”

What? Oh, I hid a microphone in the apartment, that’s how I heard them. Anyways--

He said some things I’d rather not repeat, and stormed off-- leaving her crying and alone.

So, I decided to follow him, see what was so damn important that he could leave her like that.

That’s when I saw him with another girl, and, well, let’s just say they were beyond “friendly.”

I was furious. I mean, she was perfect, how could he be so callous-- so blind?

So, Officer, I took what I felt was the only appropriate course of action...

No, I don’t regret that.

If he couldn’t see she was perfect, he clearly wasn’t using those eyes in the first place.

After that, I couldn’t just watch her anymore.

I finally approached her, tried to explain who I was, what we could have, why I cared so much--

But, she wouldn’t listen... So, here we are.

I felt turning myself in was the only appropriate thing to do after that.

No. I’m sorry Frank, I can’t do that.

Knowing where she is, is all I have left... I can’t have you ruining that.