I had stalked her, yes guilty.

She was the loner, typical. She sat alone, everywhere from classroom to the cafeteria, she was always alone.

No friends, only a novel in her hand.

I had seen her closely and admired her from afar.

I wanted to go and talk to her.

And then it was one day, when the heaven supported my one sided story.

It was her who spoke to me, first.

She still thinks, she was the one to notice me to first, to fall in love first.

But oh, she was wrong, totally utterly wrong.

It was me.