Patience.

Time is a language. One she couldn’t speak.— A story in 100 words.

Time is a language. One she couldn’t speak.— A story in 100 words.

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He was always present, persistent. 
She had said she wasn’t interested. 
They were friends.

He would watch other boys, then men, use and hurt her. 
Each time, he was always there to prop her up.

Patiently persistent.
Always ever hopeful.

Finally, he moved on. 
He had to.
Alone.

As time went by, she would eventually realize what he was. 
Honest.
Oh sure, fucked up and flawed. 
But he tried. 
And that was more than she could say for most.

She searched and found him.
She watched him with her.

He had found his person.
He was happy.

She left.
Alone.