The Distance Between Our Windows

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