I see her searching for me out the window. I know I will receive a warm welcome from her with no questions; all I need to do is come home. She is affable when it comes to me, always a kind word and a smile. I love her so, but I can no longer show her my affections for fear of what will become of her. I badly wish to be with her, watching out the window, but I do not want to cause her destruction. It is hard enough for me to fight back the urges that grow within.

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