It was a lovely day for the month of February..usually the weather was fair..but lately it was fantastic..warm like a Spring day.and with Valentines Day just around the corner..the weather made it all the more reason to enjoy the impending day.. At work all were getting cards..and flowers..and we in turn giving out our little thoughts by cards..candy..and balloons..it was nice just for a change..
I had been getting cards for about a week prier to Valentines..and thought I must have an admirer some where around here in our office..there were plenty of new people hired the last couple months..some to take up the slack during the Holidays..and those that turned out to be good workers were kept as full time..other's discharged or quit before they ever got their ninety days in..
..it was nice to receive pretty cards..and you could see they were not the usual little cheap cards..
I was tired and wanted to get home..take off these shoes and relax for awhile..in getting into my car..there again was another beautiful card..the cards were never signed..not a mark..so I knew someone knew me..or must have noticed me..well Valentines would be over in a couple days and then the cards would stop..and I would remember this time fondly..
Now it was going into the second month of getting those cards..still not signed..nor a single word..I still did not know who was doing this..I did ask some of my friends and those I worked with..and no one had any idea who was doing this silly trick.. The only thing I could think of was that someone had spent a lot of money on cards for no apparent reason..they would not let me know who was doing this..so therefore I knew it just had to be a joke..well now as I kicked off my shoes and propped my feet upon the coffee table..I went through the usual mail of junk and paper fliers..and a couple bills..and there was another card..well I would open it later..knowing that it would not be signed what is the sense to bother in the first place..
Getting ready for bed..and sipping on the last few drops of a coke..I thought well why not open the unsigned card..see how pretty it is..anyway...!! There on the front was a beautiful garden with all those beautiful flowers around a little gate..how quant..and pretty as I knew it would be..opening the card.. I saw at the bottom where I could see the words.."I have missed you" at first I was shocked to see anything at all..then the thoughts of what it actually said make me nervous.."I have missed you"..who would this be from.. work or elsewhere..reading it over and over my mind was playing thoughts with me..and looking around as if to see someone..knowing I would not..I got up and pulled the shades lower..
The next day at work..was the usual routine..and here was another card..and this one there on my desk..I was anxious to open it..there again was written in a scrawly penmanship.."I saw you at the store this morning"...now this was frightening..I was at the little store from my house..getting a morning paper..and a cup of coffee to go..someone had to be watching from close to know I was there..and I had not noticed anything out of the ordinary..but this was scary to me..
All day I wondered who this could be..and was even afraid to say anything for fear someone would say..it has to be someone you know..or who did you lead on... I did have a boyfriend a few months back..and although we were still friends..we both chose not to date any longer and parted as best of friends..I was not ready to settle down yet..and this was really my idea..but although my x did agree..I wondered if he would be this silly..No he could not do something like this..or could he??? Going home in the mail was again another card..I was curious and both afraid to open the card..what would I do..I sat and held the card for awhile..leaving all other mail untouched..opening the card..it was there again..that signature I had seen for a couple days now.."something is going to happen" well that 's all it took..I was up..and out the door..going to the police station I took the card and showed it to Lt.Riley..he was pleasant enough but I could tell he was not interested all that much in what I was saying.. he did take down a report..and said to call him or come by if anything out of the ordinary happened..well was this not a little out of the ordinary as he was saying..this was serious..I had to make this man understand that I was afraid..
I had his card..and could call..and of course he did sent a squad car around in a bit to check on me..but that was not like having someone around all the time..and in this late hour I racked my brain to think who could be doing this to me..I was scared now..!!
Several days went by and now I have several more cards to put to the stack for the Lt.to see..My girlfriend is staying with me..but still that was not much consolation since she was as nervous as I about all this..in time someone would have to show..or say something to me..I wanted this stopped..
By now I had a tracer put on the cards..with the Lt..I was a worry wart contacting him..I knew this..but felt this had to be done..for my own safety..
Months went by and each and every day there was a card..close to a year now..I have a box full..and can't for the life of me figure it all out..it 's not fun any more..nor cute..or anything pertaining to ever wanting to see a card again..I just wish it would stop..
Finally a call from the Lt..he is trying to explain and I hear something at the back door..what in the world..looking out I see an elderly man knocking on my door..telling the Lt. about this ..he say's don't open the door..he is on his way..backing away from the door..I hear a soft voice saying "may I talk to you please"..with the Lt arriving with siren's blaring..outside I hear a scuffle in the back court yard..looking out the back door window..there is this older gentleman with a card in his hand..saying it is all a mistake and no one understands..what is he talking about..
The old man was sick..dyeing from some disease he does not have long to live he is trying to explain..and in his time of pain and thoughts..his mind is not right now..the women he loved ..had lived her at one time..now he was sending her cards each day...I was that woman..but not really..I was the women he had in his dreams and thoughts..how sad..now as they take the old man away..I look at the stooped figure ..and think he must have loved this woman who once lived here very much..will he ever understand the fright he put on me..probably not..but now I know..heartache can be deep..even to the death of a loved one years gone by..
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