From the Window

Jonas lives next door, and we were best friends in elementary school until he moved away. But now he's back and we hung out for a couple days. But soon, a storm comes and we can't leave our houses for days. However, the windows to our bedrooms line up perfectly, so at least we can see each other and talk through our phones, at least until the power goes out. Jonas and I have to start communicating by writing on pieces of printer paper and holding them up to the window.

Who knew that only being able to talk through a few words at a time could lead both of us to realize that we're meant for each other.