The Window I sit looking through the window, this pane of glass that separates me from the passers by, I watch them, their lives so different to mine so busy so focused, they don't see me, they don't know I'm here, I don't exist. Then I see her, the reason I watch she's talking on her phone, laughing, she looks so happy so alive so perfect, her long dark hair blowing in the wind, she turns her head towards me and sees me looking at her, time stands still, my heart skips, my stomach flips she's looking straight at me, I jump back from the window. Why did I do that, for so long now I've been willing her to notice me, and when she does I recoil. I slowly inch my way back to the window. She's gone....
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