I couldn’t help myself from staring out of the front lawn window, awaiting for her to return. Even though the blinding sun was overhead, I just couldn’t look away from the thin glass in front. Every second she’s away from me I could feel my body burning up inside, longing to have her by my side.
My hand pressed against the window, feeling the cold sting of the wintertime weather on my palm, “I hope you don’t freeze out there. I would freeze up should you not come home.”
My eyes glanced up and down the sidewalk, waiting for her.
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