I wish this wasn\’t true

First skeleton out of my cupboard…

When i was in campus, there was this chick…. Pretty as hell and way out of my league… A whistle-till-your lips-hurt hottie…  What I wouldn\’t have given to…. Anyway, back to the story, she was in my department and tried to get her attention and have a chat, but after a few embarrassing moments and failed attempts, I decided to stick to the more silent and less hands-on approach…    Man, she had everyone in my class drooling and wishing for ka-chance… Guys would whistle and comment endlessly as she passed by… Ok, for engineering students catcalling and staring is considered somewhat acceptable behaviour…

This wasn\’t…

 For all intents and purposes this would be considered stalking… Yeah, Yeah… i know the social stigma that all entry-level stalkers face out there, but this wasn\’t your average situation, I\’m sure you\’ll agree…

 Eventually, she found me out, and that had to be the most awkward moment of my short life… Now, before you go and brand me some unsavoury name, hear my side of the story…

THE UNWILLING STALKER

I walked the path in silence,

In music made dementia,

Whenst her beauty drew my spirit,

Into a misty haze, euphoria,

I lost all later focus,

And couldn’t stop but think,

How her sudden beauty,

Drove me to the brink,

I began to watch you saunter,

Talk and smile at work,

The music of your laughter,

A most unexpected quirk,

I was abused, addicted,

A slave to my own mind,

A victim of compulsion,

To one of my own kind,

Days would pass in moments,

And the hours fleeted by,

But still searching for my beauty,

The moments nay drew nigh,

They say I am a stalker,

But see not my bleak fate,

Arrested by such beauty,

A captive of her gait,

Her smile still doth enchant me,

I stay breathless day by day,

So if you will that I’m a stalker,

I would have it no other way.