Like most days in my life,
On a dreary Monday morning,
I spot you across the street.
Your house stands behind you,
Its silhouette soft, like a safe haven.
But fear grips me as always.

No one else is around—
The same quiet scene every time I pass you by.
It’s become a ritual,
A secret story I’ve built in my mind.
An obsession blooms quietly in my heart,
Perhaps with your eyes,
Or the small hope that one day,
Something will shift between us.

I picture us,
Laughing and talking like lifelong friends.
Our connection deepens,
Acceptance transforms into something more—
Into the kind of love I dream of.

But then, reality snaps me back.
A sad truth...