*Anonymous Pov*
I've been seeing her a lot lately, making it a pint to be wherever she is. I wonder if she can feel my eyes watching her, crawling over her skin, memorizing the zigzag part of her hair and the way her hips sway from side to side when she walks. There's so much I want to ask her about, like if she sleeps on the left side of the bed or the right, and that color her toothbrush is.
And if she liked the pictures I left her in her mailbox. I wish I'd been there when she opened the envelope. I'd love to have seen her expression, if she bit her bottom lip like she does when she gets nervous. If she hugged the photo against her chest, imagining someone like me. Or if her lips curled up into a smile worthy of a magazine cover.
I took that picture from across the street, standing at the side of the telephone building. I had my camera set to zoom as I waited for the perfect angle. She looked so nervous. She kept fidgeting with her bag strap and twisting her fingers through her long brunette hair.
But who am I to talk? I get nervous, too. Whenever I see her, I can barely think straight. I try to calm myself down to remind myself to be patient, to not be anxious, that I'll soon have everything I want.
Inside my head, I chant, "Calm, Calm, Calm."
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Who do you think took the picture of Hannah? Who is Anonymous ?!
So I actually wrote this chapter yesterday because I'm leaving early tomorrow to go to my best friend's competition ! That's why this two chapters are being posted really early. - s.s 9/12/10
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