There never was a chance for it to really occur. It was merely a farce clothed in good intentions and lofty ideals. He sat there starring blankly into the glow of the monitor wondering exactly what outcome he thought would occur. Perhaps a storybook ending laced with silver screen ideals. That’s not for him though, it was foolish to retreat from the truth in the first place.
As a child I used to keep a close reign on my inner most thoughts. Childhood secrets of love and life for my eyes only. Holding tightly and dearly to each one, as if just the act of longing would magically make things come into fruition. They never did.
And they never will.
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