There she is.
Isn't she beautiful?
And she doesn't even know I'm here.She never sees me there, I come and visit her everyday. She comes home from school, and I follow. She always manages to look stunning effortlessly.
I know a lot about her.
I know where she lives, who she lives with, what routes she takes to and from school.And most importantly, I know she's single.
Perfect.I long to be with her. I don't want her to look at anyone else. I don't want her to think about anyone else. Just me.
Just me.
Just me.
Just me.It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, she will be mine.
On her way, I notice she drops something behind her.
A small handkercheif.
Sneakily, I run to grab it before returning to my hiding place. I hold it against my face, sniffing deeply. Her scent, a fresh honeysuckle, imprinted on it. I continued to smell the fabric, the thought of her running through my mind. Her scent makes me hungry.
Hungry.
Starving.
Starving for her.Let her find me. Let her find out that I've been stalking her since we started high school. Let her know that I'm crazy.
I don't care anymore.
She's my obsession
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