Chapter 1: I've been watching her.

13 January 3014

Luka

I've been watching her. I saw her walking out of her house at 7 am sharp, wearing jeggings and the ugliest sweater ever. She did this every Sunday for as long as I could remember without any concern about the weather. I always wondered where she was going but I didn't dare ask, I would later find out if I watched her long enough. She doesn't know me and she never will. I even considered waving at her from a distance as a kind gesture and not at all in a creepy stalker way but I don't want her to fall in love with me for the wrong reasons. Every girl that I was with before I saw her expected me to be something I was not or tried to turn me into their ideal guy.

It was fairly easy for me to find out anything I wanted about her but for some reason unbeknownst to even me, I didn't want to invade her privacy as I did with everyone else. I liked the mystery.

She seems different from the rest, like she has an unusual glow. I just can't quite put my finger on what makes her special but there is something. I walked downstairs to try and keep my mind of this girl whose name I didn't even know. I went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk, it reminded me of her. She worked at the diner down the road from me, probably why she lived so close by, a walking distance. I can only assume that her husband is going to work but I honestly can't be sure, or why else wouldn't he drive her to work?

The first time I met her she offered me a glass of milk at the diner. Quite a peculiar suggestion if you ask me. Everything I do, everything I have and all the feelings contained inside of me, revolved around the girl next door. I believe I could learn to love her but she wouldn't love me. I walked out of the kitchen and went back to my room deciding that I wasn't nearly hungry enough to eat, I just wanted food so I could kill time or merely entertain myself. I opened my laptop and logged in. I spent 2 hours or so working on some files that had to be presented at the staffs meeting tomorrow before I saw her re-enter her house. I started shuffling through the documents scattered across the bed and looked through my window directly into hers. She's back so soon? I know she wouldn't take leave or walk all the way back just for her lunch break.

She couldn't see me through my tinted windows but I had a great view of her. Yes, it was intentional. She pulled off her black fur coat and threw it directly onto her coat hanger. She had amazing aim for someone with a job at a local diner. She plopped herself onto the bed like she did every Sunday. I wanted to know what she was doing that could make her this agitated and angry. She isn't dressed for running and she doesn't look like she has time for much of a social life and who would schedule their social life for Sundays between 7am to 9am?

It was frustrating not knowing anything about her. How do I get close to a good girl? Wait... I shouldn't be considering that. I would just hurt her. I can't be tied down. She wouldn't even acknowledge my existence if I were near her. It was so contradicting, would she notice me? If she did, would it be for the right reasons? Why did I care? Did I care? I saw the guys who she brought home, I couldn't compare to them. They all drove SUV's, had crew cuts, never spent the night and treated her like she didn't have a mind of her own. Uncultured and disrespectful assholes. I don't know why she is even interested in people like that. Like come on, hasn't she watched "Eat, Pray, Love"? Couldn't she see that I was right next door. I guess everyone on earth was as insensible as Julia Roberts in that monstrosity of a movie.

She hopped off of her single bed and slowly started undressing and I quickly shifted my gaze to anywhere else. I do have a place to draw the line as unbelievable as it may seem, I still have class. I picked up my phone and dialed my mate Andrew. I had to stop watching her and Andrew always had spontaneous and distracting ideas. I would invite a girl over but I know that I would feel guilty. How does this nameless beauty from next door make me feel like an obsessive freak?

Andrew can't come and I can't keep my eyes off of her, There goes that class that I had recently and so eloquently talked about. I slowly opened curtains, surely she'd be done by now. My eyes went large when I saw her lying bare bodied on the bed. I tried to look away but what would you have done in my position? She was pure perfection. Every shade and every curve. It was like she knew I was there yet she continued all the same.

I turn around but it was like she wanted me to look at her. This is insane.

It was disappointing that this 19 year old girl was married to a man who perfectly defined the word prat, not to mention her 21 year old sister who was obviously sleeping with him. Talk about sharing taste and looking up to your older sister.

I pulled out my journal from the 3rd drawer near my desktop, fill in the date and write the new information about her, I do it every week, I couldn't afford to forget about her.

She left the house again. Why is her schedule so busy? I wish I could clear it for her. It hurt me that the world was so cruel to her.

I've never felt this way about a woman, or any person, she brought me a sense of safety and familiarity. Should I follow her? I should follow her. Wait... is this... stalking? No, it can't be. Because she doesn't know about it, just like it's only cheating if someone finds out.

I think following her is fun, it should be a weekly thing, or just very often, maybe daily.