People’s hearts are like windows.
You just need to look carefully.
Have they closed the windows completely?
Or have they left a small hole that they can peak from, hoping you’d make an effort and peak through it too?
Have they opened the shades, but closed the lights, making it difficult for you to see; a mystery?
Or have they opened the lights and are waiting for your next move?
Have they reached the next level where they’d open the windows for you, welcoming you and the wind and whatever comes along with you?
Are you looking closely?
What is my window like?