There he is, just like every other Tuesday. Sitting on the bench, drawing in his sketchbook. I watch his hand move skillfully, holding the pencil. Oh how i wish it were me those talented hands were touching, but he doesn't know i exist. He doesn't see me every day, like how i see him.
People tell me I'm obsessed, but honestly its just unrequited love. Yes, i may follow him, take photos of him, and have a lock of his hair in a box under my bed. But can't anyone see it's because i love and want to be with him?
He's already is mine, though he doesn't know it yet. Who is he, you may be wondering. Well, he is none other than Julian Moore.
Julian has short brown hair that was always messy, and beautiful hazel eyes. He was roughly 5'11, and tended to wear the same black and blue hoodie everyday, (though soon it will be mine.)
One day I, Nikolai Petrov, will marry Julian. Together we will be Mr. and Mr. Moore. I already decided we will take his last name, as it just rolls off the tongue smoothly.~
This isn't just love. We are soulmates. And soon, he will see it too.
