I'm Stalking my Stalker

I met him at high school, though only for a sec like we had a moment where our fingertips touched, our eyes met and, yeah, that’s where everything started. I can’t help but forget those green eyes. As the more time passes, the more I desire them, as if they should be in front of me forever. I want to be lost in those eyes. I find myself fixated on him. It wasn’t just the memory of those green eyes—it was the feeling, that inexplicable connection that lingered in the air like an unspoken promise. I had tried to move on, to focus on school and the surrounding life, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw him again. Those eyes. The way they pierced through me, unseeing yet somehow knowing. It was like they were always watching, always waiting for me to find him again. I didn’t know if it was obsession, fate, or just the strange way the universe worked, but in the end, I think was that I wanted him. It all started innocently, I guess. I couldn’t help but follow him everywhere, as if it was like a magnet which was pulling me towards him I couldn't stop myself from seeking out those fleeting moments where our paths might cross, where I could catch just a glimpse of him in the hallways or at lunch. Soon I started to notice each and every detail of him …the way he dressed, the way be speaks or the way he walk But with every new piece of information I gathered about him, I found myself sinking deeper into a maze of obsession. Soon I started taking pictures of him collecting them making collage as if my new hobby is locked ,These photos I took became more than just a collection of moments. It only took me a while to know his name –“ Felix Walker “ My two weeks flew off by stalking him. Days were passing, but my obsession was increasing, like I was craving for more and more . One day after school, I saw him talking to his friends, giggling ,and smiling beautifully on the school grounds. He was loosely his tie and opening his above two buttons was not less than a masterpiece and, on the other hand me, was supposed to do class after duty but gave a stare from the third floor classroom window , But suddenly he looked above at that window in which I was standing with a broom. He looks and gives me a flirtatious smile with eating chew gum. All I can do is blush with my wide-set eyes with brown pupils and then he looks away . JUST WHAT HAPPENED ? I shouted but in my mind. Of course, I don’t want to shout right now when teachers are in the next room ,marking our answer sheets . But what exactly was that did he just catch me talking glimpse at him or was he aware of my presence? Anyway, does he know I had been stalking him for months or is it just my imagination? The thought terrified me, pulling me in different directions. I wanted to confront him, to know if he truly knew or if it was all in my head. But at the same time, I was terrified. Terrified of what might happen if he found out the truth. Would he be repulsed? Would he laugh it off? Or worse, Would he see me as some kind of creepy, obsessive stalker? I felt as if I was standing at the edge of a cliff, and every instinct told me to take the leap, to speak to him, to tell him how I felt, but fear kept me rooted to the spot. I was trapped in a cycle of wanting more. That evening something changed. I guess I didn’t follow him back home, which I usually do ,instead, I decided to go home.