You're dashingly handsome, you're a smart ass, you're popular, you're perfect and you're taken.
I am just a nobody who lives next to your house. Your sometimes stalker. Your admirer. Your stranger. Your nothing.
How come you're starting to notice me and like me? I am not definitely what you want and what you like. I'm nothing from your smarter, prettier, caring, thoughtful, sweet and rich girlfriend.
Why me?
