Stalk You by Teresa Wolf

Her auburn hair still falls perfectly on her shoulders, her clothes hugging all the right places. Her smile still sends shivers up and down my spine. I can still remember how her lips feel on mine, my entire body, my entire being.
She is a shell of the girl I dated in college, down on her luck and still looking for her place in the world. But she’s still my princess, my goddess, my Bridgette.