I watched you from the third floor of my apartment.
You were skating with your friends at the park at the same time as usual.
3:00pm every weekend.
I've noticed you for a while now.
But you never noticed me.
That's okay though, I stay in this apartment most of the time anyways.
As long as I get to see you, everything is okay.
I just wished I could be there with you.
But it has to be this way.
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12 Months
Short Story12 months is all she has to make this work. Years of staring at the boy by the park through her window. Maybe it's time to take a risk. Or maybe it would be too dangerous.
