I saw her first time 12 years ago when I moved to this house in the far village. She was young, strong and very curious. She was never afraid of me, rather the opposite - she was looking for my company. When I was sitting outside under the rays of the bright morning sun, she always found a place closer to me and our together was full of deep and meaningful silence.
With the years she began to appear less and less often. Sometimes sitting on the window of my room and looking at me through the window like I'm part of some zoo or a TV show.
Maybe it's what I'm for her? The main hero of the endless TV series, sometimes moving from the screen to reality when we meet outside. What she is thinking about this "show"? That I'm not too good as an actor? Or that my texts are cheasy?
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