He was married to his wife. I was stalking him by going by his house and watching him without him knowing. A big bag full of my family photos that I had never seen before got taken out of his house and put outside next to it.

Because I was secretly watching him, I found my photos. I was sitting there going through them, overwhelmed with emotion, when he came outside and saw me. He asked me what I was doing there and I made up a quick excuse.

He sat with me and hugged me while we went through the photos. I think his wife was inside, but then I think he told me he got divorced.

It was almost a reconnection with him. It felt good. I'm just going to let my brain obsess because there is no way to stop it.