It had been a few weeks. He was done. No more note writing, no more calls. Even he wouldn't date someone this desperate. He was going to start looking like a stalker when what he was, was in love with her. It embarrassed even him to think like that. How could you be in love with someone you'd met twice, but you knew for only twenty-four hours? It was impossible. There must be some other explanation for dreaming about her, smelling her, tasting her, hearing her voice, feeling her hair against his cheek when he was waking up in the morning. Some sort of mania or hallucination. An obsessive-compulsive disorder. He
The protagonist finds himself at a crossroads after weeks of silence, realizing he's exhausted all efforts to connect through notes and calls. He grapples with the shame of his feelings, recognizing that he cannot pursue someone he perceives as desperate, despite his deep affection for her. The thought of being perceived as a stalker troubles him, highlighting the conflict between his emotions and societal perceptions of love.
Reflecting on his connection, he questions the validity of his feelings, given their limited interactions. He wonders how it is possible to develop such an intense longing after only two meetings. This leaves him feeling bewildered, as he experiences vivid dreams and sensory memories of her—elements that make him consider whether he is experiencing mania or an obsessive fixation rather than genuine love.
