Confessions of Stalker

I don't know you personally. I know that I am not your type so I don't even waste your time by introducing myself to you. You stay upstairs from me but it feels as if we are worlds apart. We live in a small town so I see you often. Rather it be at the library, wal-mart, the club, the lounge, any other place the stars align us to be at the same time. You have stayed upstairs from me for like a year or so, so I have seen the guys you brought in and out. I've heard the arguments you've had with them as well.

I've heard you laugh and I've heard you cry. I mean, I know you think that when you close your door and go to your room your alone but your not. These walls are thin. I've seen you come in wasted and screaming into your phone to ya home girls that you don't know how you made it home driving. I often wish that we bumped into one another at the mail box but even if we did, I would not know what to say. I get nervous around beautiful women even though you sometimes feel insecure about your looks. I don't think I'm a stalker. I mean, I don't want to harm you or nothing. I don't want to have sex with you. I do often find myself stare at you though. When I seen you at wal-mart getting fruit and whine I had to snap out of it. I was staring at you like you was a unicorn or something. You didn't notice me and I'm glad cause if you seen me, I'm sure you would have called the police! Your beautiful though, and you are alone. You don't have to be alone.. Nor do you have to feel like your alone cause I'm here.

Like I said, I don't know much about you but from what I've picked up... I like you. Your a special individual. Peace.