She sat there, looking as innocent and happy as ever. What should I say? How to approach such a vision? The dillemma of man - risk a friendship for love? Chatting over a coffee is one thing, but revealing your innermost emotions? It simply cannot be conceived. Perhaps this tightness, this outward lack of emotion, is what forced me away, cast me adrift in the desolate world with no company, no escape from exhaustion. Nobody sails close behind. Nobody to comfort me, protect me, love me. |
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