This morning when I woke up there were a dozen blood red roses laying next to me. I know who they are from. He gave them to me, this isn't the first thing he's left me. He's been leaving me lots of things. But maybe we should go back…back to the beginning. Where it all began and how it went from there.

It all started about two months ago. I, was just walking home at about 11 from a friends house. It wasn't far maybe a little more than a block away. I thought I would be fine if I walked fast. I was just walking at a normal pace when HE came out of no where. He surprised me so I froze. At first he didn't see me but he turned around and we made eye contact. For some reason I couldn't look away I tried but I just couldn't.

He was taller than me maybe about 5'8 he had a nice body not all muscles but perfect evenly sculpted. He had glowing eyes and brown hair not long but not short either. He stopped looking and smiled at me. I looked around to make sure it was me he was looking at I guess it was no one else was around. I smiled politely back and continued walking home.

I felt him there behind me the whole way. I almost thought about not going to my house but someone else's house...but his eyes stopped probing into me I couldn't feel him staring anymore...he knew…he knew I lived here. How I don't know. I could barley sleep that night. The feeling of being watched was overwhelming his eyes weren't normal when I saw him. They were, I don't know how to explain it, but they were different. He overall seemed different. Why hadn't I seen him before I've lived in this town for almost a year and I've never seen him.

The next morning after finally dozing off for maybe an hour I got up. I did the usual thing for a girl; shower, make-up, hair, etc. I'm not exactly like other kids around here. We live in a rich neighborhood. My dad owns this major company and my mom works for some public thing. Most of the girls around here are all crazy and stuck up. The ones that think the world has ended if they have a bad hair day or a nail breaks or if they get dirty. I'm not like them I don't dress like they do. I have a select group of friends. I stand out from some of them to. They live in the same neighborhood but they think of more than just themselves.

My best friend is basically the only one that knows about anything. She knows everything about me. She's like my sister, just more like me and less like my family, even though I've only know her for maybe five months or so. We hang out all the time. She pushes me to find out more about him but its hard. He pops up at random moments its not like we have a schedule. I'm always alone when he does come around. Sadly I don't even know his name yet. I'm not even sure if he knows mine with what little words we've said he seems to know a lot about me.

The second time I saw him I was at the park sitting under a tree reading a book for school. It was maybe 3 days after I saw him the first time. I had headphones in my ears listening to my ipod to drain out the older kids still playing. It had just gotten dark but there was a light in the tree hovering over the park. I felt that same tingling feeling, someone was watching me again. The probing felt like it did that night when I first saw him.

When I looked up he was sitting in a swing straight in front of me. He was watching me like that night with his glowing dark eyes. He didn't say anything he just looked. His eyes caught mine and again I couldn't look away. They were drawing me in slowly but surely. You could get lost looking in his eyes. I was falling deeper and deeper and he knew it. I tried to pull away and stop looking but something was stopping me. HE was stopping me. He did it again he smiled and walked away. Not a word there weren't words for the first few meetings.

I couldn't read anymore after that and decided to head home. Once there I went straight to my room and the first gift was there on my bed. I smiled not thinking it was from him. I thought about who it could be from I knew one kid I hung out with liked me. His name was max but when I picked it up I knew it was from him. How did he know what bedroom was mine. There seven bed rooms in our house. Maybe its because it stands out from all the others not pink or blue or red. It was A deep purple color with black moons and stars on it. If you could even see the stars from so many posters and pictures. There were so many of me and my friends. Our faces coved one whole wall.

I opened the small box I found on my bed and inside it was a small charm. How did he know? I lifted my pants leg and there it was a small bracelet…yes I know bracelets go on your arm but I had taken it off at the park and put it there so it wouldn't get in the way of me taking notes on the book. I smiled and hooked the charm to the empty circle. I had been meaning to get another one when I lost the old one but I hadn't got around to it. I took the bracelet off and held it at eye level. The charm he had given me was a music note. Strange how did he know anything about me we never spoke. He was so strange and yet oh so confusing.