And it's killing me because this time I know that it will not happen.
Unless by some miracle the fates decide to align and grant me this one wish, this particular thing will most likely not happen.
Because why would it happen? Why would it happen to me? Why would this particular situation be any different than the other situations?
And yet, I wait. And I feel I grow more and more pathetic each day I sit here and wait and dream and imagine.
I hate waiting.
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