Parallels

Opening.

You couldn't convince me that it wasn't fate for me to look her way, you couldn't say a man made word that could explain why I lost all human will to stop imagining and staring at this body and face sculptures like a doll most would play with for their own selfish accord.
A human will that was bestowed upon me since birth yet stripped away by someone else who presumably bleeds the same blood as mine, but with a such a beautiful chamber that's locked a much more beautiful soul inside I could confidently doubt she bleeds the same blood especially like any one else.

So why is it that I stare at her, is it familiarity, maybe dreams, maybe fascination? Fetishization? What could it be?
She wore a corset with only a simple detailing with a detached long sleeves to match showing off collar bones I feel as if I could bitter sweetly break into pieces, a short skirt taunted me but rewarded me with thighs only to be cut off by stocking that only reached her mid thigh giving me just a taste.
I was much taller then her which is how I always enjoyed and imagined things like this, "liking someone" as they say. This must be what they're talking about because if it isn't then I'm experiencing something other worldly. I could reach out and grab her if she wasn't alone, fighting off a hoard of people is a price I'm willing to pay to touch that dark skin of hers but will I get to touch her skin again is the prize that I'm not guaranteed.

I watched as she smiled cheekbones higher then the clouds but a face as youthful as a child, she truly was a doll. A walking, talking, fully functional doll; maybe even a fictional being maybe a mythical one. Whatever the case may be I wanted one, the only one I've ever seen is her and I want her and that one specifically.
Capturing my sights isn't easy so for me to seek out this one is a special occasion I'm willing to suffice. I watched her on every ride, as she ate, as she walked, as she said her goodbyes as she checked her phone, as she reached a stoplight, a road, a taxi, a building, her apartment; And to my amusement she wasn't too far, although too far for my liking nothing a good second apartment couldn't change.