The Window

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas 

I knew when I saw him, I wanted to know him. But I knew he couldn’t come up to my apartment. It was too small and I had too much furniture. And I hadn’t done my laundry. It was too hot. The fan in the window was the only way I could survive. What I really wanted to tell him was that I had burned the food I had been making for my parents. What I really wanted to tell him was that I loved him. Instead, I just waved goodbye. Waved goodbye and hoped I could survive without him. 

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