My best friend was a stalker, and I didn't even know.

My best friend is a very nice guy, and I'm not exaggerating at all. I've known him for a while, but I'm not going to say too much about it, as he's a real-life person. We've never been in a romantic relationship or anything. We met at a coffee shop and instantly clicked. He's very charismatic, funny, and nice.<br><br>We got close quickly, and we'd spend hours hanging out, watching movies, playing video games, and having good conversations. I really enjoyed his company and enjoyed how easy it was to talk about anything with him. He never had any problems or conflicts with other people, and I thought that was great.<br><br>One day, I started noticing that he was getting really paranoid. I asked him what was wrong, and he admitted that he was afraid of someone stalking him. I laughed and told him there was no way it could happen to him, that he was a really nice and respectful person. He said it was no joke, but I believed it was because it was so unlikely.<br><br>A couple of days later, I came home from work and found him looking really upset. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that someone had been trying to contact him, a woman who he didn't know. She kept sending him texts and messages, and she even came to his house. He asked her to leave, but she wouldn't. I offered to talk to her, but he said no, that he would handle it. I was surprised, but I figured I should respect his decision.<br><br>A couple of days after that, he came to my house looking really scared. He said she was still bothering him, and that he found her in his room. He said she was very aggressive and tried to hug him. He didn't know what to do, and I felt really bad for him. I offered to call the police for him, but he said he would handle it himself.<br><br>A week later, I was hanging out at his place when he got a call from someone he didn't recognize. He said she was calling again and again, and that he blocked her number, but she was still able to contact him. He asked her to stop, and she wouldn't. I felt bad for him and offered to help him handle the situation. He said no again, that he would handle it.<br><br>A couple of weeks after that, he came to my house looking really scared. He said she was still bothering him and that he found her in his room again. He said she was very aggressive and tried to hug him. I felt really bad for him and offered to help him again, but he said no, that he would handle it himself.<br><br>One day, I was hanging out at his place when he started acting really weird. He was pacing around, looking at his phone all the time, and he was very quiet. I asked him what was wrong, but he didn't answer. I asked him again, but he still didn't answer.<br><br>After a few minutes of silence, I realized that he wasn't okay. He was very scared, and he didn't want to talk about it. I asked him if I could call the police for him, and he said yes. He finally opened up and told me that she was still contacting him, and that he was scared. He didn't know what to do, but I told him I would help him. I offered to call the police for him, but he said no. He wanted to handle it himself, but he said he needed my help.<br><br>I said okay, but he still didn't want me to help him. He wanted to handle it himself, but I insisted that I would help him. After a while, he finally agreed, and I helped him call the police.<br><br>The police came to his place and took the woman away. I felt really bad for him, but I was also relieved that she was finally gone. He was scared and upset, but he finally felt safe again.<br><br>After that, I stopped going to his place. I felt bad for him, and I didn't want to put him in any danger. I still hung out with him, but I stopped going to his house. He said it was okay, that he understood, but I still felt bad.<br><br>A couple of months after that, I was hanging out with him at a park. We were sitting on a bench, and he was looking at his phone all the time. I asked him what was wrong, but he didn't answer. I asked him again, but he still didn't answer.<br><br>After a while, he finally opened up and told me that she was back. He said she was still contacting him, and that he was scared. I felt bad for him and told him I would help him again. I offered to call the police for him, but he said no. He wanted to handle it himself, but I insisted that I would help him.<br><br>I asked him if he wanted me to go with him to the police station, but he said no. He wanted to handle it himself, but I still insisted that I would help him. After a while, he finally agreed, and I helped him call the police.<br><br>The police came to his place and took her away again. I felt really bad for him, but I was also relieved that she was finally gone again.<br><br>After that, I stopped hanging out with him. I didn't want to put him in any danger, and I didn't want him to be scared anymore. I told him that I didn't want to hang out anymore, but he said it was okay. He understood and said he would be fine. I still felt bad, but I decided to respect his decision.<br><br>A few days after that, I was at a coffee shop when I saw them together. I couldn't believe it, and I was shocked. I immediately called him to ask what was going on, but he said nothing. He told me that she was gone and that everything was fine. I asked him why she was with him at the coffee shop, but he said he didn't know.<br><br>I hung up the phone and watched them from afar. They were sitting at a table, talking and laughing. She was very close to him, and it looked like they were dating. I couldn't believe it, and I was shocked. I still couldn't believe it, even after a while.<br><br>I left the coffee shop and went home, feeling shocked and confused. I didn't know what to think, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to confront him, and I didn't know how to talk to him about it. I still didn't know what to do, and I didn't know what to say.<br><br>I never talked to him again, and I didn't know how to. I was shocked and confused, and I didn't know what to do. I still didn't know what to say, and I still didn't know what to do. I finally realized that he never really wanted my help, and that he just wanted me to be his friend. I felt bad, but I also felt relieved. I realized that I was actually very relieved that I never had to see him again.