Fool on a valentine

She sat on one of those large framed windows by the city I knew that it was my big chance to ask her if she could go out with me. You see I slowly fell in love with her each time I pass this little street, with that window, and her peeking out of it. I really want to know her, ask her name, to smell her, talk to her. But she seemed to be passive all the time, staring at the sky never on the pavement, stalls, or vehicles. Was it her pride that kept her from doing so? I don't know, never did ask my friends who she was or what her family's origin is. Stopping myself from getting lost inside my thoughts again, I continued to walk bringing more important matters to cause. I hate it, me being such a moron who cant even ask a girl out. Thanks, but I need to get to work now, I feel like setting myself on fire. I take a turn on a store just near my patient's house; the smell of freshly brewed coffee visited my nose and I was tempted to go inside the shop and read a newspaper or two. But I had to visit him; I know that my patient's life is slipping away without him knowing it; I had to make the best of it. for him to survive. Crossing the street, a realization came over me: where was life leading me when all I want is ecstasy? All this things that I am experiencing. all the time I wasted on a kid who's just gonna die in a matter of months and a girl that I've longed for out there just staring at me everyday as I pass through her street. I stopped and slowly but surely I knocked at my patients door, the servant opened the heavily bolted door and I came in taking off my coat. I climbed up the stairs, banister made entirely out of aged wood, and as I came higher the scent of potpourri welcoming me to the second floor. As I reached the last step I saw his room, open as usual, soundless and yet warm, not like before. I wonder why? Taking a step forward I saw him there, looking out of the window just like the girl I fell in love with. I knocked at the doorframe, I seemed to have surprised him by doing so, and no worries just saw him smile at me. "Mr. Nichols, its you," I saw his face contort into a grin and I sat down on his bed, "So, Michael, how's your condition," he asked gently, "Fine. but you don't seem to be Mr. Nichols," the man smiled, of all the thirty years of his life he never heard a child say that to him. "Can you help me," it's always good to ask a child, right? "Sure," the boy said, facing him, impatiently tapping his foot, "You see I have fallen in love with this girl," the boy cut in, "a girl, where did you meet her," the response, "I pass her by in this street that I always cross when going to your house," paused to look at the situation, " I really don't know her that well," finally ending the conversation. "You know," said the boy, ". I mean does she know you," "No, I had no guts to ask her or even talk to her," the boys eyebrow cocked and said, "Talk to her, wait until she gets out of her house, is she alone," the doctor sweating, "I- I think so," the boy smiled, "good, then now is the time, ask her, I will be fine." Their conversation ended and he was going to this girl's house, his heart pounded, stomach had butterflies trying to fly out (ick!). Stopping at the gate he knocked, no answer. then finally footsteps, the gate opened and he found his desire standing in front of him looking all radiant . but why a patch on her eye? It didn't matter, all he had to do was make a fool out of himself again and live on.