I hope I'm not eating right at that time.
In my situation, you can't just run up to her. That would be met with a restraining order faster than a heartbeat, fucking up my current relationship now.
I don't need help, I'm distancing myself from her and I've made considerable progress. When I followed her through the coffee shop, my intent was to apologize for all these years, let her know the true depths of my obsession with her.
If you were sorry for stalking her all those years you wouldn't have STALKED her for 6 blocks in order to apologise. The only reason you would apologise is in hopes that she'd forgive you and allow you back into her life, and the only reason you'd reveal the true depth of your obsession is because you think she'd view it as proof of your eternal love for her rather than something creepy and pathetic. You followed her because you're still completely obsessed and desperate for contact. So desperate that you deluded yourself into thinking some random lady outside your workplace was her despite the fact she doesn't live anywhere near you. So desperate that you disregarded your plan to make it look like you happened upon eachother by accident and followed her into the coffee shop, which would be just as likely to land you with a restraining order as running up to her in the street. You didn't choose to distance yourself from her, she just rejected you and now you're telling yourself you don't want her anymore.
All of that is true.
It's a cycle I don't see ending anytime soon. I will admit it's pathetic, if I had told myself 3 years ago that I'm still holding this infatuation I would've been enraged and disgusted. I have enough restraint to not contact her, but I'm helpless if see her physically. I've had plenty of attempts trying to break this obsession, none have worked obviously. Doesn't mean I'll stop trying, if this ordeal has taught me anything it's persistence.
Who knows when this thing will finally blow over.