Fantasy to Reality

She was thirty, I was eighteen when she married and moved to the apartment opposite my house. She was my secret crush and sexual fantasy, but I never knew her. Ten years later, I moved back into my old house. Her husband had died, she was an elegant widow in her forties. She would sit in her window and stare forlornly. One day, our eyes met, and we both knew what we wanted. We found our way to a secret place and now I realized was her secret fantasy. That day we were each other's wet dream come true.