Creep!

I was just one of many homeless freaks, living mostly on the street. But I, tends to live on one of the backstreet aisle. Consuming my "fair share of coke", idling away the hours, going into the open only once in a while to consume real food when my stomach hurts badly. A proof that my intestines are becoming acidic because they run out of substance to digest.
It happened one crazy Saturday night. I was out in the open, inhaling the open space, gazing around the vast atmosphere. I'm oblivious to these when I'm in the confinement of my walls, my treasured sanctuary at the backstreet corner. Then I saw this woman about my age, between 29 to 30 years of age. She was beautiful, vibrating with radiant energy. The image of her reminds me of cool waters running endlessly on the river. I wanted to smell her fragrance, inhale her life..Ahhh, smells like white roses. When she happened to gaze my way, I was suddenly struck with a feeling I could'nt fathom. It was as if her energy flows through me and strucks me. Then she smiled at me, I had'nt snip my coke but I was floating, floating in the wind. And all I could do is stare at her, mesmerized by her eyes. It looked so serene.
God! I want to have her for myself. I want to look into those beautiful eyes every waking hours. I want to smell and feel her warmth upon my skin. I wanted her so badly it makes me ached deep inside.
When she turned and walked away, I quickly followed close behind. Almost close, but not near
enough coz I might frighten her and would chase her awag. So I followed her, pausing for some time when she stop and turned around. I would slowly retrace a few steps. Easy now, when she would realize what you're doing, she might run away, or worse, call the cops, he reminded himself.
It looks like he's talking to someone, but the truth is, he's only talking to himself. Wary. Relax man, don't try to act so enthusiastic.
But his hands are shaking. Hands which have been exposed to much on nicotine. His hands are shaking with extreme anticipation andnervousness following her.
Then she entered thru a red iron gate. I waited for her to come out again. I sit outside her gatd and waited. Waited for eternity. When she comes out again, I followed her, again.
But then she turned around and saw me stalking her.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her eyes huge with panic and fear.
"Please don't be afraid of me." I begged her and take a few steps near her.
"Your a freak!" she said growing alert and terrified.
"Please, I'm not going to hurt you."
"Why ars you following me?!"
"I love you!"
"Go away!" She cried and run, terrified. Then she bumped into someone.
"Hey! Are you alright?" was the worried question.
She look up and was relieved to see the man.
"Tom!" she hugs him tightly. It was her boyfriend.
I watched them with contempt. Lucky bastard! She's mine! Someday she's gonna be mine.
He turned around and leave the place.