Bob is mafia

One afternoon, I was lost in thought on the porch of my house. Across from my house lived a widow, a neighbor who was stunningly beautiful despite her age. I often fantasized about her in my daydreams at night before sleep. I wanted to talk to her more. When I saw her sweeping her house, she glanced at me and smiled, leaving me spellbound with a racing heart. I felt shy and went inside. I wondered if I could get to know her better. I watched her from behind the window, and when she went inside her house, I decided to muster the courage to approach her starting tomorrow. At night, I saw a car picking her up. The man was handsome and young. It turned out that the woman I admired had a charming appeal to younger men. I felt extremely jealous and my heart was racing. Is this what they call admiring from afar? Let's call her Aunt Sarah, a woman with a seductive charm. She wore a sexy dress, and I was captivated by her beauty. Aunt Sarah came to meet the young and handsome man, and he opened the door for her and kissed her forehead. It was a romantic gesture. They left together, and I thought I was too late in expressing my feelings to the woman I admired. Since she didn't return home that night, I couldn't help but fantasize about her. Was this jealousy? Eventually, I fell asleep, hoping everything would be okay. I couldn't shake off the feeling of jealousy and wondered if I had missed my chance with Aunt Sarah. I thought about approaching her, but the scene I witnessed made me doubt myself. I decided to wait and observe from afar, hoping to find the right moment to make my move. "That night, I couldn't sleep, so I spent my time drinking whiskey. My heart felt uncertain, and I hoped everything would be okay. I admired Aunt Sarah so much, and if I had the chance, I would reveal my feelings to her. Despite being 26 years old, and her being older, she was incredibly captivating, making my heart skip a beat. I wondered if I could win her heart. I decided to start improving my appearance starting tomorrow and make her impressed with my charm. I wanted to ask her out on a romantic dinner, and the thought consumed me. I wanted to tell her how I felt, to give me a chance. The thought of saying "I want to love you, Aunt Sarah, please give me a chance" kept haunting me. As I started to feel drowsy, Aunt Sarah still hadn't returned home. What was this feeling? Eventually, I fell asleep in my chair.