[ WP ] Make me sympathize with a stalker .

I ca n't stop thinking about her hair. My favorite is the ponytail, pulled away from her face. I like the way it swings back and forth as she walks, always bouncing in one long curl. I stare too often, too noticeably when she wears her ponytail. 
 
 I followed her to school again yesterday. Ashleigh, the neighbor, joined her on the way, so I could n't get close enough. I wish I could talk to her, but I just find myself hovering nearby. I do n't think she's caught on yet. I'm just the man in the grey sweater she passes each afternoon on Broad. She usually smiles at me, and it takes everything I have to not stop in front of her there and then. I could never smile back. 
 
 If she's had a good day, she'll meet up with Ashleigh again after school. They'll walk to the diner to start on homework, and I'm left to watch outside. On bad days, she'll go to the track. I cherish these days the most, even though they're harder. Three laps: She probably had a test. Five laps? She might have had a scuffle with Ashleigh. Anything more than five laps, and I know it's been a rough one. I want to stop her running and let her know that it will be okay. I want to hold her. 
 
 On those days, I make sure to bump into her before she heads back home. I want her to see that I see her. I want her to see me. 
 
 She has n't noticed yet, but she has my eyes.
