You’re not a stalker, you’re just…in love. You follow him from home to school and school to home, it’s not creepy, you just care about him. You’ll leave gifts and letters for him on his desk, you’d break into his gym locker and just hold his clothes (maybe take a piece or two), and look through his trash— Okay, MAYBE you were a bit creepy, but it’s not your fault! You’ve never felt love, not a crush, not nothing, you’ve had friends, but none of them made you feel like he did. Alexzander barely knew of your existence, but you still loved him. Today after class you saw Alex throw a candy wrapper in the trash can, you contemplate looking through the trash real quick to get it.