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I walked down to the door, hoping he would still be there…. but he wasn’t. I knew he wouldn’t be, but I wanted to run to him, as if I had to tell him something so very important to the both of us. I had already said everything there was to be said, but still, I stood there, at the door, hoping he was still there.

The mantra repeats, nothing is ever as simple as we may want it to be. The idealist, thrown into the world of true reality. Sink or swim, but I want to float.