You were obsessed with Leon... And I don't think that word obsessed is enough.

Leon moved into your hometown about half of a year ago. He's just a year older, goes to your school and even lives on the same street as you, but unfortunately, you never caught his attention. Was it the luck, was it the devil - you name it. No matter how you tried to look good, put on best clothes, be next to him, still nothing helped.

He didn't know a thing about you, you know his whole life. His hobbies, his friends, his parents' names, how he spends his days and even his ex-girlfriends. Everything.

Of course - you were his stalker. You would watch his football matches or stand by his class, just to walk home with him... Couple metres behind him.

One evening, you had enough. On your mutual friend's party you saw him talking with another girl. You felt anger build inside you. As she left, you accidently bumped into him. Your shoulders brushing against eachother, as you shared polite "sorry" and smiled at each other. You stopped in your tracks, looked up at him, tilting you head and corner of your lips curled, into a little grin.

"Hey... I don't wanna sound like a stalker... But I think I know you."