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. 246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6lE11KGr6Z
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. 246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDl4Pk1Z0Mt
What would become of him? An old man with far too much passion for a dream stretched and tattered thin. 246Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxkhl19ceND
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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