Just you
He was lonely, desperate.
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On the surface – aloof,
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But inside he was raging, bellowing with sadness.
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And then she arrived – beautiful beyond comprehension, elegant in her walk, radiant in her stance.
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An incarnation of the most beautiful poem you've ever heard.
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A white solitary orchid in a marsh.
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She was an endless stream in a gushing river way up a mountain, carving her way home after exploring the world, wiser, ready to rest.
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She was a harsh wind, biting, cold, determined, ready to galavant across Europe to find herself, naïve and innocent.
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Her eyes were the world, and the world was hers for the taking.
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As they were sitting in a diner, he looked at her and cried.
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He was longing for this terrible loneliness to end.
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She held an impossible promise within her – she will look into his eyes, take his head and place it gently on her lap. She would stroke his hair and tell him "I'm here now, and everything is ok".
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When she told him that she's leaving he was already at peace with the rejection. He tried to articulate something smart or brave, but could not muster the courage.
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At the last moment he hopefully mumbled "Is it someone else?"
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"Oh no, not at all", she said, "It's just you", and left.
