He stands closely but is miles from being within reach. Everyone sees him but I do not. I like the idea of it, but my mind cannot grasp the burden of how to bring him close. There is always a fight against those around me who tell me he is here. But where? I cannot see the person they describe to me. I have spent so long searching for this character that I now believe him to be fiction. Maybe that is why he will never come. That, or because I don’t believe he ever will.
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