𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✔️

𝐃𝐚𝐲 4 : 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Even after petting all the possibilities in my head, I still admired her.

And it wasn't just for the looks.

I've seen so many stunning people in my life.

It definitely wasn't for the looks.

I felt a connection.

A miraculous connection to her.

It was as if I was meant to find her.

But it was pure admiration.

I had no bad thoughts about her, for her.

The next day, the fourth day of me admiring this woman. Sketching her.

I again found myself in the same park, under the same tree.

Staring at the same girl.

Today she was wearing a plain white frock with a black overcoat.

And it was an exceptionally simple outfit, except the fact that she looked stunning.

I drew her again.

This time I closely observed her features.
Emphasising her perfect flaws.

This feeling that I grew towards this stranger helped me a lot.

It helped me a lot to write my book.

And today something happened.

I was staring at her, observing her. And she looked at me.

No defined expression, but she did look at me.

It was heart fluttering.

Her beautiful hazel brown eyes staring into mine.

And she didn't break eye contact for a while.

But with that static poker face, she averted back to what she was doing.

And now it really stuck me.

I come here everyday to see her, but what does she come here for? Every single day?

What does she do in that notebook of hers?

Who is she?

I keep admiring her without the most basic knowledge about her.

I don't know her name, where she comes from, why she comes here, what she does. I just admire her.

I admire her just knowing that she's a human.

And that feels like a pure emotion to me.

But at the same time, it's kinda creepy.

I am technically stalking her.

But I don't have any malicious intentions.

I just......

I just like her.