extremely stalker-ish
as told by everest
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The next day, you rode the bus in the morning as you had the previous. As soon as you got close enough, I looked up and smiled at you, and you smiled back with closed lips, and even though I could barely see your laughter lines I felt my cheeks flush.
I kind of wanted you to sit next to me but you had two friends who rode the bus as well and seemed overly protective of you. So I did not bother to ask. Instead, I stared at the back of your head and tried to listen in on your conversations that you and your friends were having, my heart fluttering. I know that sounds extremely stalker-ish but I could not help it. I wanted to know what you were thinking. What you were feeling. How life was for you.
I only picked up bits and pieces, though. How unfortunate for me.