Outside/Inside

Sometimes I can look at the same people everyday and not notice them. I can walk away from the things that I think with cause me harm. And sometimes I just go out to dinner with them and fall in love with them again and again and again. I look at him like through a pane of glass, seeing that he's just on the other side, untouchable, unreachable and smile and love him anyway. It's almost enough to be that close sometimes, so close you fog up the window with your breath and feel how warm he is right through the glass. But the window's still there. He won't open it. I won't open it because he asked me to close it. That doesn't mean I walked away from it. I'll just wait right here, trying not to look like a stalker.