He wanders the halls of his mind, looking into rooms long forgotten. He sees his pains, pleasures; fears, conquests. He moves through each hall, stopping to remember things he never wanted to forget. Memories of his childhood, long vanished from thought, return full force. Memories of loves lost and loves forgotten return, and bring forth a sigh.
He turns a corner to stare into a hall of possibilities. Mixed together like different color balls in a ball pit, the possibilities stretch as far as he can see. He slowly walks down that endless corridor, closing certain doors. She has beautiful features and a beautiful personality to match. He gently closes that door. She smiles at him melting his heart and making his spirit lift with her voice. He sadly closes that door as well.
Standing before another door, he stares, unable to move. She gets him in a way no one else could and makes his heart stop every time he thinks of her. She is his perfection; the perfect concoction of beautiful, passionate, crazy, funny, exoticness, and vivacity. He takes hold of the door handle; his hand feels like a lead weight. He does not want this door to close, but knows that it has to. Burning her essence into his mind, he struggles to close the door. Her smile rends his heart as the door slams shut.
Turning away, his head hanging with loss, he walks away from this hateful hallway. He walks alone, by choice. A choice that will haunt him forever.
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