“It’s not a bad life, it’s just a bad day.” The stranger said as she approached him.
She had wanted to tell him that his sadness was for nothing.
She wanted him to know that he could do anything he ever wanted.
This stranger felt his sorrow inside his soul.
Within him, he knew that this woman couldn’t live within him so he talked to others instead and the stranger had soon left.
Another strange girl came, but the stranger knew that this was once in a lifetime.
“Soon I will be married to another man and you will not like that.”
“Likewise.” He had responded.
She loved him in some ways like a caregiver should because she didn’t want to break his heart because she couldn’t love him like that.
She saw the sides of him no one else had seen before.
The adventures he wanted to have inside the heart of someone special.
He knew that her body was a wonderland and he had wanted to explore her as she climaxed in his bed.
He wanted her to see him.
To touch him.
To know him.
Somebody to understand.
And do the stranger left not knowing that he would be looking for another chance to see her again.
To see him.
To touch him.
To know him.
To understand.
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