"The Man Who Can't Be Moved"

There’s a man on the street corner and a woman in a window looking down at him with pity.

Man: This hurts so much. I should never have let you go. You mean more to me than I could have guessed. How do I tell you?

Woman: It’s been six years since I last saw him. I thought I got away. Minor metaphorical scars.

Man: You got away once, but not this time. Not again. I saw you three days ago and when I got to this corner you had disappeared.

Woman: I noticed him across the street. We made eye contact and I realized I needed to get away. No reason to drudge up the past. I’ve moved on, clearly from this man who’s camped out on my street corner waiting to talk to me. Try and win me back. It’s unnerving that he keeps shouting my name. My husband is close to calling the cops. I haven’t left the house for days. I have nothing to say. Everything I wanted to say I never got the chance to. There will never be closure. Who follows someone who’s practically a stranger?

Man: I love you so much. You know the feeling of ‘the one’, but I didn’t feel that until after you were gone. Moved. Never to be heard from again, not even a text. How do I at least get to tell you this?

Woman: I loved him once. He didn’t feel the same. We were together for years, but nothing was good enough. Nothing ever seemed to mesh.

Man: I’m really hoping that “if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me, and your heart starts to wonder where on this Earth I can be.” Know that I’m right here! Where I last saw you.

Woman: Babe, it’s time to call. He isn’t going to leave and I won’t go down there.