𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘹 𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 {𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥}

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵

I saw her today.

Beautiful as always. Her hair pulled into a simple ponytail. Her smile plastered on her pretty face. Her grey Vans tied onto her small feet. Everything about her is simple yet beautiful.

And as always, I would watch her the second she walks to her locker until she drives home but you couldn't really say I'm a stalker because I'm not. I'm just silently observing from afar which is to some people, called stalking but for me, it's not.

I can't stay like this forever. I'll have to do something to get her. She can't just pop out and tell me she likes me back, can she?

I have to do something.