He seemed to be hearing things meant for someone else. But no, they were meant for him all right. She repeated, she wept. But he wasn't speechless. He spoke, made her laugh. He spoke of love and unwavering faith. He hung up. He stared at the ceiling, then slept.
He tried. He travelled and pleaded and argued and reasoned. Then gave up.
He travelled some more, argued some more. He gave up again.
Every time he tried, he failed.
I think he still loves her. But he says he has no time for her now.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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