You are there any time I care to turn around.

I could stare at the back of your head until you have no hair left.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to sit next to you, grab onto you and let you stop me from tripping over myself.

Please can I hold onto you forever?

Or maybe it’s just laziness.

I don’t stalk her, but I am aware of wherever she is in the room. At school. At home. At the gym. At parties.

I can’t follow her. Nobody ever fell in love with their stalker.

I am in danger of choking on my own panic at the moment.

26 Minutes.

He is staring, I can feel it washing over my back like a snipers laser aim.

I think he would be hated if he didn’t like everyone so much.

Maybe one day I will like him too.