How do you run away? I wondered. Sitting alone in my room, at the edge of my bed, dreams of her floating through my mind… How does one run away from his own dreams? I could still remember the soft touch, the gentleness of her hand on mine, the eagerness in her eyes as she looked up at me.
How do you run away? Even alone here, in the darkness of my room, I could see her, feel her, want her. Yes, I admitted. I wanted her. But I had to go and do the ‘right’ thing. I wondered how right it was. It didn’t feel right. It felt all wrong to leave her. It had been a very cold walk back home.
I lay myself down on the bed and waited for sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, there she was again, waiting for me.
Can anyone run away?
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