Where exactly is he? I've searched all over, my eyes almost buried in the oceans of many faces. Each face representing the history of long forgotten memories pulling its way into remembrance. It's not his manliness, it could not be, nor could it be the layers of care plastered across his voice that has a way of turning my fiery flames of anger into dying embers of hot ice just in seconds. I turned for what must be the umpteenth time to take a peep through a window, little did I know the window was a mirror of the future with my knight in shining armor. His lips were entwined with hers in a passion that shot my heart with a thousand bullets. It was a party with many faces but only two mattered now as his hands cupped the monstrosity on her chest, there and then I knew that window had been a mirror with my future staring at me.
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