She was something akin to unattainable.
Only held a printed picture of her, those grinning lips he could solely hunger for. And yet, when the sun rose he began anew, again, and again, and again. 268Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD01SC2RcG6
Although the persistent thought of her never left. Obsessive, perhaps. But how could he not be? She was the fire in his soul, the only salve to his aching wounds. 268Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxiyR7MDGDm
What would become of him? An old man with far too much passion for a dream stretched and tattered thin. 268Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb3rLtW1QyL
He knew that no matter how much time passed or if he may never see her again, his heart was hers.
And hers alone.
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