My mother warned me about you. She told me you were dangerous. She told me you would hurt me.
When I met you the first time, it was in a dream. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt like I’d met you before. I don’t know why, but you felt like home.
I tried my best to put you out of my mind. I told myself you were dangerous. I told myself you would hurt me.
The second time I met you, it was a fleeting glimpse in a shop window as I passed by in the pouring rain. I didn’t get a good look at you, but I knew you in an instant.
You were all the things I was warned about. You were dangerous. You would hurt me.
The third time I met you, you were following me on the sidewalk on a sunny day. My breath caught in my throat as I glimpsed you; the monster just behind me.
I heard my mother’s voice in my mind. You are dangerous. You will hurt me.
Today, I see you in my mirror. I knew it was you; I knew it was me. I’ve known all along, I just didn’t want to know.
I am the creature in the night. I am the shadow that follows you on a sunny day. I am the monster half-glimpsed in the rain. But my mother was only half right.
I am dangerous, don’t make me hurt you.