She dwelled across the street - her existence veiled behind tranquil panes of glass. I never learned her name, yet my heart spoke it in silence. Between transient glances and half-forgotten smiles, something wordless took root - a quiet affection that neither distance could wither, nor fear could drown. A delicate symphony of innocence, longing, and the unspoken beauty that blooms between two unseen souls divided by windows. My story is not too long I just talk to her only 3 days then I make these whole story... How much we talked in 3 days..... Her name... I thought I was writing a story, but somewhere between my words and her existence, I realised something- I am only the writer here. She is the plot twist, the heartbeat, and the entire meaning behind every line I create. - Nadeem