Stalkings
She did not know that I watched her. It was better that way, more meaningful. She knew me enough to smile a hello if she saw me as I was drawn in her wake. Living in a town of 40,000 has its conveniences: people recognize each other so there is no surprise at meeting a familiar pair of eyes, and if mine were always watching her then she could dismiss it as recognizing a face you could not put a name to yet. I watched and thought that someday when she stopped dating the pretty boy I would...