He was the boy who threw stones just to see me chase him. I was the girl who swore I hated him-but never stopped passing by his window. They called it friendship. We never corrected them. Then life happened. Time pulled us apart. Different cities, different roads... same unspoken feeling. Years later, a single whisper of my name pulled me back to that street, to that window, to everything I tried to forget. I told myself I wouldn't look. But my heart had already turned. He's taller now. Stronger. But the spark in his smile is still the same. And when our eyes met, after all this time, the past didn't come rushing back... it had been waiting there all along. "I Still Wait by the Window" is a story of childhood rivalry turned into silent love, of missed chances, growing up, and finding your way back to the one person who always felt like home even when you nev er said it out loud. "Before I ever knew what love was, i saw it in his smile." "she made hating me an art. and i loved watching her paint."