All I Wanted

A shaky breath escapes my lips that are drenched in sweat. We've been standing face to face for an uninterrupted minute. Your eyes haven't blinked. Mine can't stop. When I followed you home from the metro station that first night...I never thought it would come to this. But you were so interesting, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. The way your skirt swayed just below your bottom. The way your heels clicked against the concrete. The way you waved, smiled, and said 'hello' when you saw me. 

"Tell me why you're here." You say desperately. I flinch because you'll never understand. I see you in a halo of light that descends from heaven. You are my angel. 

"To see you." I manage to whisper between gulps of air. The gun that you are holding to my head shifts when I speak. 

"Why haven't you left me alone?" You ask and I want to laugh. You'll never understand. 

"I had to do something to get your attention." I say. My eyes move to the broken glass of your front door. How had things gotten so out of hand? All I'd needed was to see you, to touch you. The gun doesn't move from my head and your face doesn't soften when I try my explanation. 

"I don't even know who you are!" You say louder now, and I cringe hoping no one can hear on the street. 

"No," I admit, "But I know you." It's true I had watched you after that day at the metro station. For weeks after that I had seen where you lived, where you worked, who you got coffee with on the weekends. You wore that skirt three more times, and I had salivated each time I saw you in it. 

"You won't get away with this." Your voice sounds as shaky as mine, "Stop following me." I whimper as you press the gun harder against my temple. I can't stop following you. It's an obsession now. I have to see you. 

"Please." Is all I can manage to say. My hand leaves me side to grasp your other arm, but the movement startles you, and I never get the chance to feel your sweet skin on mine.