I live in an apartment next to the hotel you’re staying at for the season. It’s a nice high rise with floor to ceiling windows throughout. I love the city lights, so I keep the blinds open and live my life normally.
That is, until I noticed you through yours.
The first time, you were with someone else. You had them pressed against the glass, and I was shocked. So much so that I couldn’t look away. I wrote you off as a disgusting playboy, then dreamt of you that night.
The next time, you were pacing back and forth, phone pressed firmly to your ear. The hand gestures made it clear you were angry. I wondered what about.
We locked eyes once. You were staring at the skyline, in a daze. I didn’t mean to notice, but you caught me.
From that moment forward, we had an understanding. You’d watch me, I’d watch you. We’d be witnesses to each other’s lives, and it wouldn’t be complicated. I could think of you however I wanted, and you’d never have the opportunity to disappoint me. It was the perfect arrangement. A silent vow we’d both agreed to keep.
So why are you knocking on my door at 2 am?
