As a stalker,
I do enjoy the myriad posts about the capture and escape attempts. They’re fun! Everyone loves the honeymoon phase where it’s all fresh and exciting and terrifying. The early days full of sobbing and escape attempts.
But where is the love for the 2 years in? Blissfully mundane tasks in chains used nearly as a formality, a familiar and comforting weight to every movement. The celebration of new ankle monitors with stronger straps and more precise tracking allowing for safe outdoor time together
Don’t forget to love the pay off of having a blissful, devoted, object of your affection. One that knows where home is, has always been.
One that would never dream of leaving.














