Contemplating was the only thing he was good at. Not much else, not driving, not fútbol, not even writing. In his thoughts he was home. Sometimes taking breaks to ingest copious amounts of nourishment.
He would give his heart gladly. Not even the thought of falling flat scared him, no, just fate. Or destiny, whatever you want to call it. Because if fate had it planned for him. He would be alone forever.
Yet at the same time fate could give him his dream woman. Such would mean that to get a proper woman. One that would mesh with him. He would have to rely on patience and the rolling of the clock.
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"In fin I choose to wait not because of my reluctance to socialize but because of my lack of interest in the selection handed to me where I currently reside."
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General FictionI want to experiment with writing and this is the best way I can think of :). I don't know where the cover picture is from but credit to whomever it was.
