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It was dark outside. For 10 in the morning, anyway, thought Barry, as he lifted his recycled paper cup full of caffeine and took a mild-mannered sip of his coffee. His right side was a little chilly from the cold seeping through the large glass window he sat next to, and he absently rubbed a hand over his upper arm. He had originally been somewhat excited to start his day at his favorite cafe, but the sudden onslaught of cold, winter rain had put somewhat of a damper—he chuckled humorlessly at the pun—on his mood. Barry hated the rain. It reminded him of physical hurts, of when he would slip and slide on slick sidewalks as he ru

I resolved to change. I did. I've always lacked self-control.   You know, I wish someone knew me like you do.    Someone I always saw.     I've never really seen you.      You could be a fairy tale for all I know.       A myth.        A bedtime story.         A fake. Not real.          Gosh, I hope not.          You consume my thoughts and I've fallen in . . .         In what, I wonder?        In love? In obsession? Into a carefree story? Into a world where I can be myself without caring what other people think?       I really hope you're real.      I really hope we can meet one day.     . . . I really hope that

“Why doesn’t anyone like me? I wish someone liked me In that way, I mean You know what I’m talking about” I could just imagine him leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, face tilted up as he zoned out on his ceiling. He does that when he’s deep in thought . . . or feeling sorry for himself. I bit my lip and wondered how I should respond. Serious? Funny? Teasing? “Who knows? Maybe there’s someone out there, she’s just too shy to say anything Orrrr maybe there’s someone ready to profess their undying love to you As they stand outside your window Watching you turn your lights on