What Might But Could Never Be

lonely day
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Out of the corner of his eye he saw her undo the tie around her ponytail and shake free her long soft hair. It was the most beautiful gesture he had seen. But his heart was stabbed when he overheard her tell her friend that she has a boyfriend.

He knew he couldn’t have her anyway. He was a cripple and his body deformed. He had no outward beauty whatsoever. She couldn’t possibly fall in love with him. Yet it pained him that someone else could have her.

Thus, as he walked —hobbled actually— to his rented room, he tried to fill his mind with pleasant thoughts of what might but could never be. As he lay down on his bed, he prayed that his pleasant thoughts would invade his dreams.

But he slept a dreamless sleep.

To awake again to another lonely day.

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