The Politely Romantic Stalker...

It was love at first sight when I saw her... she was someone that I wanted to know more about and couldn't wait to get closer to. There was something in her eyes that said that she knew more than she let on; that she had a sparkle in her eye that she kept well hidden from others but I saw it. Like she only revealed it to me and me alone. She smiled and said, "Thank you" as she walked passed me. I guess you could say that was when I became obsessed with having to have her around me.

The more that I watched her and began to follow her around I became angry with the level of people that she hung around with. In my head I kept screaming, "Why doesn't she see through the fakeness that they give her? Doesn't she know that she deserves more than this?"

When she goes out with her so-called friends you can see their envy and dislike of her for getting more attention then they are. I keep asking myself, "Can't they tell that she's uncomfortable in this situation??? She doesn't like it when everyone looks at her wanting something more than lustful thoughts that she doesn't want to give them." I can see that she recoils every time she feels someone's lustful thoughts sent her way!!! They see her sex appeal, her voluptuous curvature of her body, men and women getting all hot and bothered by her and she hates it. When she smiles people only focus on the flirtation when all she is doing is being nice. But not me, I knew that she was just being nice to me when our eyes met and I could tell that she was grateful that I didn't try to hit on her.

I watch her daily going about her business; always trying to brighten up people's days with her warm smile. Rarely, is it reciprocated, but she continues to do so anyway. At work she wears more make-up than she'd like to but only to bring out her natural beauty. She doesn't need to beautify herself to make her outer appearance more attractive; her inner glow shines so much outwardly that other people's light pales in comparison; turning their light into a shadow.

Today I got brave and sent her orchids, her favorite flower, plus a romantic note that was signed anonymous that went over well. I secretly recorded her reaction on my phone so that I could re-live the moment whenever I wanted to. She lit up when she realized that they were for her- in that moment I could see that she was genuinely happy and felt loved. She cried tears of happiness which made my heart melt into mush. I was glad that I could make her happy so I continued to send them every two weeks, recording her reactions, for no other reason than to see her face light up.

No one sees her the way that I do... that even though she is smiling and cracking jokes all she wants to do is cry. That she feels the loneliest when she is surrounded by people that she calls her friends and they just use her for her beauty. I mean do any of those posers know anything about her??? She keeps her emotions to herself because no one cares about her feelings; even the man that she loves doesn't pay attention to her in that way. He treats her like she's just here to serve all of his needs, and not catering to hers. He doesn't deserve her and appreciate her the way that I can... I know that if she gave me the chance I would sweep her off of her feet and bathe her in the finest things... she wouldn't want for anything but me. That she would feel safe and secure in my arms and never want to leave them!!!

It isn't that she's a sad, sorrowful creature... no, not by a long shot! She is a beautiful woman in her deep feelings, vulnerability, and her innocence. Her attributes often overlooked because of the niceness of her personality. People daily treat her like a pushover; thinking that she won't get upset but in secret she does. Once I followed her home because it looked like she was having a hard day. She began to scream, yell and sing at the top of her lungs cursing all of the people in her life for being so horrible towards her. Her angry side was so beautiful in her rageful manner that I had to record her emotional outburst on my phone. I wanted to watch it over and over again to see just how much emotion she was filled with. After she calmed down she went to the bathroom to start the shower.

I took this twenty minute window of opportunity to let myself into her place with the spare key under her mat and looked around. All of the things here looked like they belonged to someone other than her (of course it was his) . I left a note for her in her pile of mail so that she knew that I felt her pain. I smelled her pillow so that I could remember her scent. After doing a complete walk-through of her place I noticed that she had no identity within her own place. Seeing this made me love her even more; knowing that most of her life she has been seen and not heard. But I see her... I see all of her; the things that she hides and keeps to herself. Every time I see her all I want to do is take her away from all of the people that cause her pain and shower her with tokens of love. There is such a purity in her energy that she needs to be protected. No, not locked up in a gilded cage like she was as a child, but in a place that she could call her own.

She dreams of a freedom that others don't allow her- to be herself around people that appreciate her for herself. Where people can see the true value of what she has to offer. Why can't others see that she needs someone who cares about the things that she doesn't say? Someone who sees the tears beyond her mask and wipes them away??? Since no one is stepping up to do that in her life, I'll become the person that she needs in her life; become the only person that she can rely on who truly understands her and what she needs. I will be the man that can take care of her- no one else knows her the way that I do...

Soon. Very soon. I'll end her misery and take her away from all of the ugly people who cannot see the beauty that is her- Any day now I'll make my move and she'll be mine...