[ WP ] '' Head over heels ''

It started slowly. At first it was just the occasional `` I wonder how she is'' or `` She'd love this.'' I would see her smile in the corridor, walking in the opposite direction to me, and I'd feel a flush of happiness run through my body. 
 
 I began to keep an eye out, get an idea of where she would be in comparison to me.'Stalk' is too strong a word, it was more that I paid attention to what she did more than is usual. A small conversation on the way to class was a victory, a wave and exchange of greetings progress. She became more important to me than I thought possible. 
 
 Then a day came where her smiles were hesitant, beginning timidly and ending much too soon. Her eyes would flick from surface to surface, wavering as she tried to distract herself. Fewer gestures, more constraint when she was supposed to be care free, joyous and brilliant. Great dark circles formed under her eyes and long sleeves become a frequent part of her wardrobe. 
 
 My focus, my world, my muse, was crumbling and I could see no way to stop it. My attentions were still unremarkable to her, and I knew myself well enough to know how she would respond if I acted upon my feelings. 
 
 So I watched as she deteriorated, until one day she was n't there. 
 
 The news was full of the story, family surprised, friends horrified and the constant question; why? 
 
 I want to find out the answer to that question. I'll have to ask her when I catch up.
