After tonight.
There's this old man who lives down the road from me. I used to walk past his house almost every afternoon on my walk home from school. It was always the same thing - he stood at his front window blankly starring out at the world. I never smiled at him; sometimes I wouldn't even look at him because I figured maybe he just wanted to look out without anyone looking in. So there I was, this small girl in a lilac uniform who slowly walked past every afternoon. I sometimes didn't even give it a second thought. And sometimes I would wonder what he was even looking at (because the view out wasn't anything great). But now I think I understand it.