Almost everyday when I drive thru that piece of road, I’ll glance onto the clock, right above the dashboard, hoping that this might be the perfect point in time, longing that our paths would cross once more…hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
Though chances are microscopic, I still lie to myself every so often…that I might just have one more chance. Just one more, that will do. Just one. It won’t go to waste. It won’t. But, just like every other day, I see my desire trampled on.
Day after day, the dream fritters away. Yet somehow, I see a glimmer of light down that long and cold tunnel. Maybe one day, just maybe…it might just come about.
Though chances are microscopic, I still lie to myself every so often…that I might just have one more chance. Just one more, that will do. Just one. It won’t go to waste. It won’t. But, just like every other day, I see my desire trampled on.
Day after day, the dream fritters away. Yet somehow, I see a glimmer of light down that long and cold tunnel. Maybe one day, just maybe…it might just come about.
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