A lunch, a lemonade and a bottled water later, Stephen and I shook our hands goodbye and each one went our ways. Our conversation didn't go further than our professional lives, so that might have helped the fact we didn't stay longer than my break is supposed to be.
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Later that night, while I lay in bed restlessly, thoughts about everything invaded my mind. I'm not sure when I stopped dreaming awake, I guess somewhere between growing up and being alone I decided "I didn't have time" for such things, as wanting a good life. It's not that my life is bad, I have a good job that pays the bills and food and a roof, and I have some nice co-workers. I never was close to my extended family, so when I grew distant from my parents it's like I just disconnected from them all. I grew up in a family where you had to do what they wanted you to, don't take any risks and never dare doing something different. I was sick of that, so when I turned 18 I chose the farthest from home college that accepted me and took my own path. A couple years of studies later, here I am, working as a Human Resources Manager and not feeling happy at all.
Falling asleep, my mind drifts to Stephen and to what we talked during lunch and the interview. He seemed like a nice person, intelligent, kind od laid-back and mature, though his eyes said there's much more to him to discover. But who am I to follow through, right?
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Roads of hope
RomanceI've never given much thought to my life. Been one of those souls wandering about in life, just getting through their days, walking, breathing, surviving... Then hell came over, my life crumbling, all signs of hope vanished...until that little light...
