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. 272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFcDnYUYapw
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. 272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJoEfpWlggJ
What would become of him? An old man with far too much passion for a dream stretched and tattered thin. 272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ87t40nG1bb
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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