It Doesn't Matter If You Get Closer to Me

She always comes to the convenience store late at night to buy the same beer. I deliberately pushed the change coins closer to her fingertips. "It doesn't matter if you get closer," I said. She smiled like a frightened cat. Later I followed her home and stood under her window for a whole month. Until that day, she opened the curtains and whispered to me outside the window: "I know you are always here. Come in, I have been waiting for you for a long time." After entering, I discovered that the walls of her house were covered with photos of me from childhood to adulthood. Do the clouds in the sky still look like you?