Words cant describe how majestic and gorgeous she is...

Her long brown hair, flowing down like splashing waves of ecstasy, her crystal blue eyes, the depth of which is unknown even to God, her soft and innocent face, the one an angel would envy, her beautiful and cheerful smile, gleaming in darkness with her purity and kindness, the way she talks and acts, an ideal of feminine and fragile princess, the perfect girl, the perfect girl, the perfect girl...

"The Perfect Girl."

You always chant these three words every once you see her. Her stunning figure and demeanor, making you sway and daydream like never before...

"I wish you would be with me..."

You always whisper under your breath, whenever she appears and vanishes, whenever you watch her...

... But you are a creep. A weirdo. You are ugly... You are not even something special, something that would be considered as an interesting person, someone who could ever have a loving companion by side...

"I wish I had a perfect body... I wish I was great... I wish you would notice me..."

You cry at nights, unable to throw away her face from your memory. By now, the image of her was engraved, no, burnt out inside of your mind...

"Why am I like this?!"

You scream into your pillow painfully, thrashing and suffering...

You are sick in the head. Usually, people dont stalk and swoon over their love interests... Yet, you do. If not be with her, you could just watch her from afar, enjoying and loving the view of her. You are a psycho. No sane person would act in such heinous and disgusting way... But you do. Sick incel. But you love her. All of her.

You are a desperate and devastated man. A damn stalker. And she... is yours.