I can wait minutes up to the hour, and nothing is said. You build your courage up after I leave, only to be shot down by someone else. Moments pass, but all you have is one moment to make it count. It's gone now. We're both left here to think what could have happened, what could have been said, what could have been made. I'm left with frustration, and you're left with hopelessness. To each its own.
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