He had only looked up at your window once on his walk back to his home from the Conservatory; but seeing you up there had him hooked. And everyday since he would keep walking by your house, looking up at your window in hopes of seeing you again. He had even memorized the small bit of your room that he could see from the ground. He could tell you had a birdcage by the window with a beautiful white dove in it’s golden bars, white walls with a painting of what looked like a landscape, and the small edge of the door that he could just barely see.

He knew you played an instrument as he could hear you playing it every now and then during his walks by your house…. He wish he could have a duet with you some time…

In fact… he wish he could see you all the time…