Your #1 Stalker is Gone

Your birthday.

Your favorite superhero.

Your aunt's name.

Your favorite basketball team.

Your most liked photos.

Your hobbies.

Your favorite doughnut.

Your mom's occupation.

Your dad's office.

Your favorite movie.

Your favorite shoe brand.

Your favorite book.

I can name it.

I can name them all.

Your ex #1, ex #2, your ex girl-friends. 

I know where you are every Saturday.

I know where I can find you every 8:00 PM.

I know what type of music you liked to hear.

I know what musical instruments you can play.

I know the sports you liked the most and the least.

I know what time you woke up.

I can name all your close friends. (with middle name)

I know what state you are currently in.

I know how painful you are feeling right now.

I know what you need.

I know what you don't need.

I know a lot about you.

I analyzed you almost everyday.

I overthink about your posts a lot.

I studied your actions, words and responses every night before I fall asleep.

And guess what?

I realized something.

That it's not worth it anymore.

I guess I deserved myself more than you deserved me.

I'm not sad. I'm just devastated 'coz I spent a lot of time trying to comprehend a creature like you. 

However, you still taught me something, it's not to trust anymore with people like you.

Literally and figuratively, I don't really need you, you needed me.

So as long as I am here, take full account of me.

I may no longer be available when you realize you shouldn't have taken me for granted.

*middlefingertoyou*