It's been about half a year since I stopped seeing my doctor. He sort of just disappeared. It was before I was supposed to take some tests, but I guess they must not have been important since he never told me anything else about them before leaving.

Anyway, it's almost Winter. It's gotten very cold lately and it's been raining a lot. I've been spending more time out but because of the weather I always need to wear a jacket.

The reason I've been out more is I met someone very special and he doesn't like being indoors. At least that's what I think because we never spend any waking moment in a house or building of any sort. We do sometimes go to his home, usually at night, but he always sleeps most of the time I'm over. He also keeps the lights off and locks all the doors and windows, but he always forgets the basement window. At times it makes me feel like doesn't even know I'm there. I end up just watching him until I start seeing light out and I have to get to work. I make sure to leave everything how it was so he doesn't get angry. So far he hasn't noticed anything.

We met when I dropped my scarf in the middle of the street. I'd been doing that for weeks seeing who'd go through the trouble of getting it for me, but until him no one had tried without screaming after picking it up and then speeding off in one of those big red cars. I don't get how they drive them in the back though all strapped down in that bed. I always blink for a second when I see someone pick up the scarf which is why I still don't know why the cars stop too and end up with dents in the hood.

I know he loves me. We exchange gifts of love. He gave me a smile once, and I left him an old apple where he usually sits at the bus stop to symbolize how ripe my love for him is, and he took it. I did it again and again, and he took it each time. Why would he accept them if he didn't love me? He even keeps them all in a black bin by the bus stop.

It's true love, I just know it.