Gilly. Ever since I first laid eyes on you through my binoculars and your open window, I have loved you. I like sitting up in that old oak tree and watching you sleep. I like to watch the tapes from the candid cameras I installed in your washroom at night and sniff the hair I stole from your brush. I like watching you leave your house in the morning and following you home at night. I like to watch you make love to your girlfriends and imagine they were me. I found a yearbook with your picture in