I first saw her when I was 14 years old, I didn’t expect it, the woman in the window. It was a day like any other, I was walking home from school, another day of teachers talking endlessly of how the world was coming to an end and I drifted through my small neighborhood humming the latest Eminem beat. I was half way home when a quaint brick house caught my eye, there wasn’t anything special about it; just your average two story suburban home, but for whatever reason the mere sight gravitated my gaze to it. I stood in front of the house staring with bewilderment, the streets feeling more empty than before and that’s when my stare crawled up to the second story bedroom window. There she stood, staring out into the street, unmoving.
At first I wasn’t too sure if she was looking down at me, so, I gave her a polite wave as a slight smile forced itself on my face. She remained the same, not acknowledging my presence and I began to feel uneasy by her odd behavior. I couldn’t look away, for whatever reason she had captivated my full attention and it didn’t take long for me to realize how beautiful she was. She was the embodiment of the perfect woman, long blonde hair with ocean blue eyes, her full lips pulsated my heart to a beat faster than I thought was possible. I noticed a few things looking at this woman, she was smiling but it seemed forced; as if someone was telling her to smile and I wasn’t too sure…
