For years, I’ve lived next door to Mike and Jill, always intrigued by their daily routine. Every weekday at 4 p.m., Mike would come home, spend fifteen minutes inside, then leave. On weekends, both would return, and the curtains would close. Despite my curiosity, I refrained from peeking for ten years.

One slow afternoon, curiosity got the best of me. I saw Mike and Jill share a quick kiss before entering the house, leaving one curtain open. Unable to resist, I sneaked over and peeked in, only to be caught by Mike with a camera. Mortified, I hurried back home, fearing the worst.

The next day, Mike knocked on my door. Holding a photo of me mid-peek, he asked, “Care to explain?” Embarrassed, I confessed my curiosity. To my surprise, Mike invited me over, revealing their daily ritual.

“Jill and I have been together since we were 15,” Mike explained. “I promised to take her picture every day, same pose, same time.” He showed me an album documenting their love over the years. “No more peeping,” he chuckled. “Next time, just knock. We might even have cookies.”

This touching ritual transformed my curiosity into a heartwarming reminder of love’s simplicity.