Fifty: Predator or Prey?

I felt like a stalker. My eyes never left my prey.  Except, I craved to be caught.  For his eyes to notice me watching his every move. Hoping that he’d shoot me a smile, tell me it meant something to him also. Wishing it’d give me courage to believe more.

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