Every weekday at 4 p.m., my neighbors Mike and Jill followed the same curious routine. After ten years of working from home and noticing their<\/p>\n
daily ritual, I couldn\u2019t help but wonder. Mike would pull into the driveway, go inside for exactly 15 minutes,<\/p>\n
then leave again. Sometimes Jill joined him, sometimes not\u2014but every time, the curtains were drawn.<\/p>\n
I work remotely as a web developer, and my desk faces their house, so it was impossible not to notice. One afternoon,<\/p>\n
something was different\u2014a single curtain hadn\u2019t been pulled all the way. Temptation got the better of me,<\/p>\n
and I peeked. Inside, I saw Mike taking photos of Jill, who sat smiling gently beneath soft lighting.<\/p>\n
In that same moment, Mike looked up and caught me. Embarrassed, I ducked out of view, heart pounding, only to realize\u2014he had taken a photo of me mid-peek.<\/p>\n
The next morning, he rang my doorbell with a grin and handed me the photo. \u201cCuriosity finally got to you, huh?\u201d he teased, then invited me over.<\/p>\n
Inside, he shared the story. Since their teenage years, he\u2019d promised to take a photo of Jill every day at<\/p>\n
4 p.m.\u2014a small but enduring symbol of love. Their album held decades of moments: hairstyles, laughter, changing seasons.<\/p>\n
I never peeked again, but from then on, their routine made me smile\u2014a quiet daily reminder of love\u2019s gentle persistence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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