His eyes gazing outside to the girl that he believe that will change his life. She is like a drug that he has claimed an addition to. She has came to a need of his. Seeing her makes him happy, but she doesnt see him. Everytime she sits on her porch alone, he wishes to leave his home and conversate with her. She makes his adrenaline pump, he wishes to get closer. Just not yet, what if he startles her? scares he away? she never wants to see him? he simply cannot allow that to happen. She is his dream.
He spends days in and out sitting at this window waiting to see her. He is addicted to her. This is slowly driving him insane. Closer and closer he gets, the more he wants her for his own. He wants to feel... he wants to say... He wants her. She's the one that keeps his blood pumping through his veins. She keeps him going... He craves the sight out her, her smile, the way her eyes sparkle in the lights. He is getting worse..
Night falls and he cuts his chains and let's himself free. He see her leave her home. His addiction is close to reaching it's climax. He follows her, this perfect girl. He lurks behind her in the floggy darkness and fantasizes about what she means to him. She stole his heart at first sight, she's perfect for everything. She leads the way to a small restaurant and bar. Trying to make himself unseen, he waits to go inside. As he cones in, he sees her beautiful face but she's alone. Like she's waiting on someone that never showed up for her. He hesitates to walk to her, but he does. Saying Hello to her as he comes up she greets back. He was having the time of his life, thoughts of stealing her right then. She was like a sickness, secret mistress that's making him have withdrawls on his knees, screaming. The drug in him was her.
