The Adorable Stalkers

It isn’t every day that you get to sit at a table and have your past sitting across to your left, and your future sitting across to your right. That you get to watch them interact – exchanging music tips, debating politics, and trading laughs in the dark. That you watch your future buy your past a drink. It is an odd moment when you formally introduce them: this is who I adore now. And I’m glad you like him too. And when you find yourself standing between them – your future’s hand upon your neck, your past tapping your shoulder to tell you about his favorite song. Both have made you cry. But for different reasons entirely. The first because he was never everything you wanted him to be. Or likely, it was the other way around. The second, because he’s more than you hoped. And you never want him to be anywhere but at your table to your right.