“Hi, I don’t know how to say this, but I love you, I’ve always loved you.

The click of your door when it opens in the morning,

reminds me that those little things can be quite magical by drawing a smile in my face,

or making me worried if I hear your slow steps.

A soft bang in the afternoon, can be surprising,

I hear your laugh, sometimes your sigh of relief,

that you are finally free from that heavy thing you call work.

But night made to save itself for that special sound,

every time I hear it from your door, it matches the drumming beat of my heart,

announcing me that you’re back home.

Would you love me back and let me hear those clicks,

soft bangs and the special sound as you come back here…

home?”

Next day… A note slides under the door:

“Uh… I don’t know how to say this either, but…

I think your love has moved out.

I’m new here. My name is Lizzy. It’s nice to meet you.

P.S. You write wonderful verses.”