They say I can’t have you. They tell me that you’re obsessive. But I see you as more than a “psycho hose beast,” I see the heart in the girl. Where Wayne Campbell might see clingy, I see affectionate. Where Wayne Campbell might see stalker, I see thoughtful. The time has come for you to move on, Stacy. It’s time to trust your love in the hands of another man. Allow yourself that.
You of all people surely respect persistence. That’s why I’ll be there at every turn. On bended knee, at concerts and parties, and behind the rose bushes outside of your house. If you’d only see what’s right in front of you, we could end these silly games. Together.
You’re one of the only rational minds in a world gone crazy. I know how you worry. You worry so about humanity and what future it holds for the next generation. But you carry that worry with a grace and care that is unmistakably woman. You know this as you project enough warmth to thaw the frozen grounds upon which you’ve built your house; outshining the beautiful days in which you live.