realize how much he had always loved her. He just wished he had opened his eyes sooner, before it had been too late...
So that is why he was waiting for her. And that is why he didn't give a fuck what anyone thought about his lacklustre love life.
He turned and reached for the photo he kept in his desk drawer and looked at it. It was of him and Maria. he looked at the photo most days- lame, he knew- but he did. He put the photo back, turned over and closed his eyes. He smiled softly to himself as he thought...
He and Maria would be back together again soon. It was only a matter of time.
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