She watches,watches from her window, from her yard, and from the other side of the hallway. She watches him with intrest and curiousity. Just like a scientist looks at a specimem or a musician looks at a new piece of music. She watches every day, and he still doesn't see her. What does she have to do? What does she have to say? Nothing. She is invisible, just like every other girl is to the one they love.