Yasemin had fallen in love.


    What could be more natural than a 15-year-old girl falling in love, right?


    But for Yasemin, it was a miracle.


    She was a quiet and shy girl.


    She wasn’t beautiful.


    She had no friends at school.


    Her teachers never remembered her name.


    Only one person had ever noticed her.


    The boy in the window.


    Every day, on her way to school, she passed by a house.


    A young man sat by the upstairs window.


    In the mornings, he smiled at Yasemin as she walked by.


    In the afternoons, he watched her as she left.


    In spring and winter, on rainy and sunny days…


    They exchanged glances, smiles, secret waves.


    But the boy never came down.


    He never stood before her.


    At last, Yasemin gathered her courage.


    She knocked on the door.


    “Don’t waste your time,” said the neighbor next door.


    “Their only son died. They locked up the house and left.”


    Yasemin looked up.


    The boy waved at her.


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