The Question

I've been waiting for this since the moment I saw her.

Since the moment I was born.

My heart beats for this occasion.

I have dreamed of it a thousand times.

I have a script. A plan. A blueprint.

It is time to go.

I am ready.

I feel myself approach.

My tip-toed footsteps are near silent, but deafeningly loud.

I pause within earshot, not daring to venture any closer. My eyes find hers.

I do not breathe.

Heart pounding, I ask the question.

The answer is no.

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