The past.
Every time that I believe I'm done and over my past, it comes back to bite me in the rear. Why did he feel the need to come to MY store? Out of all the stores in Bessemer City...Why mine? And why did the customer at the drive-thru need oil? As soon as I walk out from behind the counter, I try to avoid HIM. He chases me down the isle yelling "hey, you don't have to hate me. I mean I know you do, I'd hate me to, but you don't have to" *proceeds to touch my neck* I hate you die. Please. OK I don't hate you, I don't wish you would die, I just wish you'd leave me alone. I had to put hand sanitizer on my neck so that I would stop getting the chills from where he touched me. He had no right to touch me. I just wish he would disappear. I never asked for this. NEVER. I'm sorry. I know I messed up by even talking to him, but why does he keep haunting me? It's been a year since it had begun. Well, actually well over a year. I'm sorry, I gave up, I moved on. I no longer want you in my life, so why don't you just go?