It doesn't matter

This is a story of Tracey and Mr. Intentional.
But let me introduce them to you first.
Tracey had inadequacy issues from her childhood that kept arising here and there in life. Although she never really thought of herself as important, she kept feeling like there was more to be had in loving others. To Tracey, there was always someone who needed love. She decided that she would do her best to support others in their love psychology.

She had seen Mr. Intentional around the way a few times. He always smiled at her and called her to his path. His path was always so shiny. So full of promise but she had heard of others who followed him. She heard of others who answered his beckoning and saw so many of them burn. For his road was paved with honesty, desire and purity. All of the things Tracey knew about but was too afraid to maintain them too often. She had heard about the heat and passion that lived in him and she did her best to avoid him.

But lately he seemed to be following her everywhere. To church. To family meetings. He was always at the hospital and always at work and always in a fly brown suit looking dapper as ever. Sometimes he had flowers. Sometimes he had a boombox playing her favorite tunes. Sometimes he had a lunch full of calories and sometimes he just sat there next to her reading the newspaper or a book of poetry or something. But he kept following her.

Finally one night when he had followed her home with the intention of cooking pasta, she succumbed to the feeling like there wasn't much she could do about his presence and she gave him her phone number. And they started seeing each other and talking to each other often.

Mr. Intentional was one of those guys who just needed a little bit more time. He was full of ideas. He knew all the coolest places to go and the greatest clubs to party at. He always knew what was exciting. He saw everyone for their potential. He was one of those men that had it. And he wanted to share it with everyone. He also knew that his name made people worried because if they stayed for too long followed without using their heads, they always ended up in his house taking off all their clothes and stripping themselves of reason on account of the heat and poor outcome. He knew his house was hell. But he wasn't going to stop anyone from going there. He knew so many good-intentioned people who ended up at his house. Because they wanted to be him. But when things went a wry, they didn't know who to blame. They didn't accept the mirrored walls, doors and staircase. They told everyone and everyone ran away.

Anyway, Mr. Intentional and Tracey had good chemistry. And sometimes Tracey thought he would be a great boyfriend, if she could just find out where he lived.