On my daily commute, I often see a neighbor's wife—I've always wanted to get closer to her, but never had the chance. One day, by sheer coincidence, I spotted her from my window. Her actions seemed furtive, as if trying not to be seen by anyone. In that moment, without her noticing, I silently pleaded, pouring all my desire to grow close to her into that gaze. Mrs. Neighbor, I won't tell anyone. If we can spend more time together, surely I'll be able to draw nearer to you.