The Girl in the Window

There she was, the girl in the window, what does she want, why is she here? Her piercing dark eyes radiate a peaceful storm in my mind, grasping at leverage, so I don't drown in them. Should I report her, could I report her? She's a part of me, all this week I've seen her, been in her presence, and I couldn't escape even if my brain gave permission. My heart has blocked any chance of escaping, I can't live like this, live off of a girl who I haven't spoken to. I don't even know her name.