It's been years, seven years to be exact since I had ever spoken a word to the one I love. I sit here and stare out the window at her beauty, in the morning she goes for coffee and reads the paper. She walks out of the small shop and goes to work, when she leaves work she is sometimes with friends or her namja (boyfriend). I've seen her heartbroken, and in love, happy, and sad. It pains me to stand by each day and watch her but it is all that I know in life, my sister tells me to move from the window and see life but I can't. My life exists because of her, she has struck me in the heart with her love arrow. I try to fight it but I can't, it is my life I must be going crazy but I feel fine. I can only sit here and whisper her name, like I heartbeat. "Hwa-sal Saranghaeyo"