I saw the whole thing. The smiles, and tickles. The loving neck rubs. Them deep in thought staring into each others starry eyes. Him leaning down just in front of her ear and whispering things that make her blush.

I fear I captured every moment in my mind. I was just a stranger sitting across the room from them in a little unknown coffee shop, tucked away in the quiet side of town. I loathed them, I wanted to be them. I was obsessed.

So imagine my surprise when I turn on the tv alone, late at night. And see her shriveled up body with dead lifeless eyes all bloodied and brused next to a picture of him, _her_ him with a sign that said wanted. But he was gone with the wind, on to his next victim.

Oh now I’m so grateful the only relationship I ever had with that awful man was being a people watcher.