From what I know about relationships (Hugh Grant Movies), they start with superficiality, turn to threatening behavior and develop into love.
My Workers and I were no different.
I was the [Hot?] Innocent Girl cleaning her balcony and they were the [Cliche] Onlooking Offenders. They stared, yelled and tried to make me uncomfortable. I played my part, smiling coyly and acting embarrassed while quietly provoking them more.
The Fox met the Hound, Britney met Kevin, and the Voyeurs met the Exhibitionist.
Our dynamic slowly evolved. Their Cat-Calling turned to Well-Wishing. They saw me less as a Figa and more as a Friend. They started taking cigarette breaks while I studied and waved before I went to work.
I, in turn, stopped closing my blinds and let them into my [pathetic] life. I spent more time on my balcony and asked them what shoes I should wear to school. They showed their approval with a thumbs up.
Every morning I wake up to them. It's like Cinderella, only instead of Birds and Mice, it's Shirtless Men welcoming me into the day. Now I can't get out of bed without them and hope they won't make it to work without me.
They know they need the excitement like I crave the attention.
With this knowledge we've developed a give-give formula essential to any happy alliance (and missing in many affairs today).
Who says relationships require touching? Why must you know somebody to love them? Believers of "God" have never met Him, yet they profess their love profusely. Why should my Workers be different?
Like any relationship, ours will end; they will finish their building or I will move out.
Knowing something will end gives a rational person reason to withdraw themselves from it, but the better option is to indulge in the loss, as that pain proves you had something important (and gives you an excuse to cry).
When we part I'll keep what I learned, which is you don't need to be with someone to love them. In fact, you don't even have to meet.
Today as I was leaving for school I noticed a few of them downstairs. We were finally close enough to speak; we could actually shake hands if we wanted to. We made eye contact. I considered crossing the street and introducing myself.
Instead I walked away.
Talking would have ruined everything.