Reese Malea Walker Looking back on it now, my fascination with my neighbor was anything but typical. The girl next door with a simple crush was not me. I spent my days watching and pining and stealing Remmie's private moments, locking them away close to my heart for safekeeping. Simply put, I was obsessed. It was unhealthy, something I'm sure I should have consulted a therapist about it. That boy was in my head, consuming my train...