There’s a girl who lives next door and she
does not know that I am in love with her.
To be honest, she does not know that I exist
at all. I mean, I imagine that in theory, she has a tacit awareness that a
person or persons occupy the townhouse next door to her, and everyone on the
block has heard me trying to start my van in the mornings.
There’s a chance she has even seen me when I go
out to check the mail or when I take a walk with the kids in the evenings. Yeah,
maybe… Maybe she has seen me!
But she does not know me. If I ran into her
at Kroger, for example, I would see no flash of recognition in her eyes.
So the girl who lives next door has
absolutely no reason to suspect that I am in love with her.
