Delusion

He would come back to her.

She knew he would.

And deep down she knew that false hope

was the only thing that kept her alive,

the only thing that kept her going.

It had been too long since she

had heard his voice.

She liked to think that somewhere out there

another girl, a girl he would never love,

was hearing it as she sat there thinking about him.

But one day, perhaps in the distant future,

he would come to her.

And all the times she had cried and

all the long nights filled with bitter loneliness and

all the mundane days that seemed to stretch out and blend together at the same time

would be meaningless.

She would recognize the touch of his hand,

turn around to see his face once more,

and never let go of him again.

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