I went on those walks.
On the days you were around.
We made small talk.
But it was fun.
The most fun I've had in years.
You started noticing me at the window when I didn't take those walks.
But that's enough for me to feel joy.
That I got to talk to you and got you notice me.
I liked it.
But I wanted more.
Which was what I was afraid of.
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12 Months
Short Story12 months is all she has to make this work. Years of staring at the boy by the park through her window. Maybe it's time to take a risk. Or maybe it would be too dangerous.
