Every time I see the woman next door, I catch myself looking a little longer than I probably should. Shes probably in her 50th, never tried to ask cuz its "impolite" to ask a lady her age, but I was just shy. She aint got no kids, always seems healthy, always walking to the beach. Sometimes I see her standing there, and staring at the waves hitting the side. Every now and then, the wind catches her shirt just enough that I see more than I expected to. It’s embarrassing how much I remember those moments. Part of me keeps thinking I should ask her out for dinner one day. I probably never will tho. The strange part isn’t that I’m attracted to her. It’s that every once in a while, after she’s smiled at me on a random afternoon, she reminds me of my mom, and I immediately stop knowing what I’m feeling anymore. I dont know what my brain is doing there. Maybe it’s comfort or familiarity. Maybe Im making connections that arent really there. That feels odd.