He was a beautiful sculpture of perfection. His skin clung to his bones carving out picture perfect cheekbones. His eyes were big and blue. His lips were full, totally kissable. His lashes were long and perfect jet black like the wavy thick hair on his head. He was broad with muscles seeable from beneath his shirt. He was perfection. But he didn’t Know I existed.

The first time I laid my eyes on Shawn Harper I was seven. I was watching the sun set from my window captivated by its beauty when a little boy walked by my house skateboard in hand with bruised knees; he was more beautiful than the sunset. From that moment on I was transfixed by the mysterious boy who walked by my house every day. He didn’t go to my school nor did he live on my block. He was a virtual stranger, but I never wanted to know someone more Badly. The cycle continued. Day after day we would come down my block skateboard in hand. I was always there watching from the window, capturing his every move and making my own psychology interpretations of him. Shawn hated collared and button down shirts, the one time he wore one he was scratching all the way down the block. He only wore brand name sneakers and was always carrying a skateboard. He had dimples when he smiled and he refused to upgrade his phone from and iPhone 5. He didn’t have Instagram or tik tok (I know because I picture searched him) he was virtually unknown. Than one day early October I decided to follow the gorgeous boy to see where he went on his walks each day. I waited at my usual position at the window and watched as he walked by. Than when I was sure he was far enough not to see me but close enough I wouldn’t lose him I slipped out of my house. I followed him down several blocks to the park. Prospect park. I watched his face light up as he walked up toward a bunch of other guys holding skateboards. They slammed their hands into each other’s and patted each other on the back in the unusual male greeting. I heard one of the boys say Shawn Harper. That was his name, it was just as beautiful as his face. I tested it out on my tongue and giggled from behind the trees. Shawn Harper. Shawn Harper. Shawn. Harper. I think I was falling for this boy.

Years went by. All my friends new of my secret obsession with the boy who went down my block every day with his skateboard. It was always half past five when he would come, he had enough confidence to hold up the world. I could feel it all the way up from my window. Every day was the same schedule, for years nothing changed. Until the day he looked up, and saw me staring through the window.