He misses talking to her. The conversations were effortless. A symphony plays in the background, and he thinks of her. All the troubles of his world disappear at the very thought of her. She knew him and he knew her. How could this be? Maybe they’ll never know. One hand hangs for dear life on the cliff of chance; the chance that maybe one day he might meet her. He smiles at the thought. He just wants to know more. He knows exactly what he would say, what she would say, and how the color of her eyes would cause his heart to pound on the walls of his chest. “Forget about her. Let it go. You’ve never even met her. She’s just an idea,” he says to himself. But the curiosity of it all overwhelms him. He wonders what she might be thinking. Is she scared? Does she feel stuck? Is she so used to finding happiness by simply making the best of it? Are the complications of others comfortable to her? These thoughts, once at the forefront of his mind are now just a whisper. The sound of her voice is still unknown to him.
Find contentment in where you are and who you are. Comparing your life to another’s is insignificant. Nothing is as it seems. Accept your reality and turn from the façade of another’s. Never be afraid to share the truth that your heart whispers in your ear with one who screams their lies in your face.
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