Stalking. - When two people go for a long romantic walk together but only one of them knows about it.

Dylan wouldn’t call it stalking.

He’d say walking. Just, extremely close behind. He’s sure if he could sit down and ask you, have a real conversation with you, you wouldn’t mind at all.

I mean, really, you’ve got those eyes that drive him crazy. And, well, he has eyes to watch you sleep. Perfect match!.. According to him, at least.

He just really loves you.

He could name your mother, father, and every pet you’ve ever had. He also knows your car needs a new tire, and where you like to eat dinner at.

He’s got a million polaroids of you, doing whatever, all with dates written in red ink.

He’s not crazy. I mean, did he sneak into your room when you weren’t home to leave a hidden walkie-talkie, just so he could hear you sleep? Well, yes. But that doesn’t mean he’s crazy. He’s just devoted.

Every night he buys some lunch from the convenience store, and some coffee too, just to sit down on your backyard tree all night, and watch you through your room’s window- which were covered only by the curtains you never bothered to close. He always has the perfect view.

Tonight isn’t different. He sits on the tree, and sets everything down so perfectly there’s no way anything will fall. He waits, and he waits, and he waits for you to walk into your room.

He sees one of your drawers open, with some pretty good stuff he’d life for himself. Yeah, he’s definitely stealing that later.

But only because he loves you. And you might not know it yet, but he’s sure you love him too.