sylviamylove
I saw her from my bedroom window, lain flat on the floor. I could see she was sleeping, her chest heaving slowly. I loved her from my window every day. I would have given my life to her, for her. She didn't know my name, only the number of my apartment when she got my mail by mistake.
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