like, he'd randomly show up at my place out of nowhere and ask for guitar lessons, or want to read the same book i was reading, or listen to the same record i was listening to...

and not for a week.

for years.

the obsession was bizarre, but you see the point of delusion - he's maybe the only person i knew in that period that didn't realize i was queer. and the only person (besides sarah, for somewhat understandable reasons) that reacted negatively to it, in the end. nobody else actually cared.

the only one that didn't see how obvious it was was the one that worshipped a false projection of me, and modeled his entire life on it - the one that seemed to think he knew me the best.

*shrug*