I saw him. She did not.
I saw him sitting on the stairs.
She did not. He followed.
Me. Not her. Now,
once we're back. I haven't
seen him for a while. She never did.
Who is this stranger?
The first time I saw him,
he scared the hell out of me.
I was afraid. Told nobody.
Paniced. The second time,
it was nice to see him.
Though she did not see.
Who is this stranger?
I wish I could see him,
again. Hoping that my sight
isn't like hers, she didn't see him.
I did. I want to know who the
stranger is. Say hi, why did you
follow me. There. In Rome?
But most of all: Who are you?
