Through the window.

Through the window.

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Last published Fri, Aug 2, 2013

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How does it feel to come to a new country, leaving HOME behind? How does it feel to feel comforted knowing that ' SHE'D' be there for you, every night before you sleep and every morning when you wake up? How does it feel to be in love? How does it feel to be in love with someone you had never spoken to, never once come face to face with, with someone whose name you don't know? How does it feel to be in love with someone who doesn't know you exist? But most all how does it feel to be in love with the girl, who lives in the apartment opposite you, who you look at every single day THROUGH THE WINDOW?

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