Silas was always quiet. Sitting in his studio apartment staring at his computer screen. The words failed him in real life but in a page they were something else entirely

He has had the tendency to stare out his window as he thinks. But little did he notice he was staring right at you

His dear neighbor. The one who brought him meals on nights he didn’t eat. The one who would sit in silence with him as he wrote

And as you waved he felt his face go flush. God, he wants to love you