It was just a job.
Three years watching her through that machine.
And maybe a little part of me fell in love with her.
I recorded the words she spoke.
Even the ones that I knew she was speaking to me.
In the hours that she slept every night
I stood guard; thankful for the dreams that made her sigh
And angered at the monsters who threatened her.
Friends visited her and I ached to be one of them.
She went on dates with men who didn’t deserve her.
But she seemed to see through them quickly.
I searched for patterns in her day to day activities
But she was too much of a free spirit to be so predictable.
For three years I made a point to learn her.
She loved mythology.
And shared her secrets with her cat.
And maybe a little part of me fell in love with her,
Because I wished she knew who I was.
Until she did.
And I knew that it was her job to spy too.