Misanthropy

I am in love with someone, someone who is kind and caring. He comforts me, protects me and makes me feel complete. Okay, he may have stalked me for a little while without my knowledge, but I did not know at the time, so can look beyond that. He knows me better than I know myself. I am an open book to him, despite keeping my feelings closed. The only problem is… is that he is not from around here… But why should that matter? Why should that matter… the word ‘matter’ means more to me now than it e