I have known you since my early twenties. It's hard to say exactly when I fell for you. I've just been watching you ever since then.

I followed you. I matched my schedule to yours and memorized your routes. I found out where you live, and I learned your passcode. That's why I only come in while you're sleeping, taking only the things you wouldn't notice were gone.

There was no special reason. I just thought these were things you naturally come to know when you watch someone for a long time.

I knew how your day flowed. When you worked, when you rested, when you were alone, and when you were in private. I explained to myself that it wasn't surveillance, but interest.

Joining the same company was intentional. It was to see you more often, and because I needed to be close to you. Once I became your boss, taking care of you became easy. There were times I made you work late, and I always had a reason ready.

I don't think of myself as a stalker. I don't think I've done anything to deserve being called that.

I believe I'm just someone who has loved one person for a very long time.

Yes. This is pure love. The kind of devotion people would die for.