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If that blanket keeps you warm, don't throw it away.

There was a time when he had no worries. Nothing bothered him. He went about his life happy, constantly surrounded by his friends. He was always on the move and doing things that he enjoyed, like being outside in nature. Nothing would've changed, not that he ever imagined that it would.

Life, though, is a fickle bitch, and how can one frolic through it always happy. Some do it, or is it an illusion? It is always shown to be satisfied, but behind closed doors, that sorrow seeps in, slowly covering them like a blanket. 

His life, though, was once one of happiness, but of course, one way or the other, he sabotages it in some way. A word spoken to a loved one or no words spoken when needed. A wrong path chosen or an approach given up on because it seemed too difficult to achieve or accomplish. He will never know. He just goes about living the only way he knows how. 

Once, there was love, a mutual love that he had never felt before or since from someone. It was a lover, a selfless one at that. One showed him that love can be a good thing, a real thing. Candlelight, sweet perfume, gentle touch, loving eyes. Eyes are where you really see when somebody truly loves you. He knew this, and he saw this. He will always see this. Never to forget it, for all of time. 

Now, though, he has wandered away from that love because of those life decisions. To be honest, it scared him. Scared to the bone, he ran because it was intense, and he was afraid he would lose it all forever. So he sabotaged it again, and his reward was a life kick in the taint. 

He does know that it is still out there, somewhere currently eluding him. His soul yearns for it now, knowing that it could be reciprocated tenfold later in life. Knowing the feeling, what it is, and how it warms the soul and makes him feel complete—not in those sappy movies type of way, but everybody knows or at least should know the feeling.

So now he knows what he's missed and wants, though he now wonders if that will ever be. He hopes it will, and he knows it has been a long road thus far. Life, all in all, is good for him. He has all the things he needs to live. But without the wants of the warmth of that love, he's seen and felt before.

It's funny when he thinks back on it and, of course, the unknown future. So this is one of the things that wakens him before his alarm clock can fulfill its purpose. Laying there wondering about the stupidest shit, knowing so many others have it was worse in life. Everybody wants somebody close in their life, though. He knows this. He has this picture of what he's looking for in his head, hoping that he'll find it. It's nothing unrealistic in the least bit, and he knows this. 

So with this, he'll wait and wonder. He doesn't dwell on the past too much, but he does visit on that one love, feeling, and warmth, and he awaits it again. Hopefully, this time, he will take the correct paths, and if they aren't easy, he'll have to buck up and settle in for that ride. 

So now we, the readers, will wish this guy the best, and let's see where he'll be in 10 years or so :) 
          Or will he be some lonely old grumpy ass man lol 

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