I am creepy and I am a stalker.
I saw your profile on okcupid and you looked too good to be true, I googled you up using your pictures because I figured you might be fake.
I found your facebook, I found your blog, I know your name now, I know where you live, I read everything about you.
I loved reading your thoughts and I honestly believe you are an extremely talented writer, I felt bad with you at the crush of your dream to be a dancer and loved every picture of you in those tight dance cloths, you look fantastic, too bad no one ever put faith in you with that.
I even stalked a little your close friends, sure you don’t really have that many but you seem to know how to surround yourself with decent human beings, very happy for you.

If I thought you were perfect at first I am glad to announce you aren’t, you have your flaws, you have your awkwardness but I can’t but love those too.

Your profile now seems so pale in comparison to the person you actually are.
And yet… you ignored my initial attempt to talk to you and I can’t bring myself to be honest with you and tell you this, because well… quite honestly even I would find it creepy, way too creepy.
But you fascinated me and with every bit I discovered about you I became greedier and couldn’t stop myself.

I really want to be with you but I suppose… you’ll never even get to know that.
I’d try not to stalk your facebook and your blog but it will be pretty hard.
I wish you were part of my life. I do.
But… I guess you aren’t interested and that’s that.

🙁