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// Entry #651 – 13/3/1129 
// Story: Entry #649 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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		It is late evening, and Twilight has not returned yet. She left long before I awoke this morning, and I opened the door to my guest room to find her bed neatly made without a pony in it. I had spent the day writing a few more pages to my novel, and I have reached the point where our lead character has finally come to the secret city. Of course, I shan’t say more!

I spent a few good minutes today sitting in the guest room, thinking about Twilight. I must admit, emotions must be kept tightly behind flood gates. All it takes is one crack for things to start spilling out, and the clean up is excessively messy.

Perhaps, things could have gone another way if either of us were more patient. Perhaps it was me, perhaps it was her. Perhaps it was circumstance, as others had always said. It was too difficult. There were many complications. Such is life, and such is circumstances. It was always the story of the prince and the pauper, not the prince with him.

I closed my eyes and remembered certain days, and certain things, and as I kept them tightly shut, the sound of rain once again filled my head.

It was raining, that day.

My memories certainly can be very strong, sometimes, to cause such striking perceptions.

But that is what you get when you ask for nothing.

You get things you don’t want.