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      He was her fantasy, her prince charming, her dream come true. She knew all of his flaws, his whole life story. She could describe him with her eyes closed. She knew all of his lines, all of his thoughts, everything.
     It seemed as though with each page turned in their love story she grew more and more fond of his character. She made a life with him. She made him who he is today. One day they would grow old and die together. Everything was right in her world.
      She made him into a successful businessman pushing him into a career he didn't want, with someone who wasn't her.
      Although, she wished she could change a few things, was was done was done. And nothing could be changed. She only wished he wasn't married. They had a perfect life. They had everything. She was to him; the side show attraction in the middle of the desert. If only she could bring him into her world.
     He would call out her name, and she would come running. They would sneak off into the sunset together and spend hours learning new things, writing more in her story of love. Then he would go home to his family and she would go home to sleep. She learned to feel apathetic about his life he couldn't stop living to be with her. She thought: If only he could step out and grow old with me, life would be fantasticThat would never happen. He would die without her and grow old and wrinkled. Even though he would still call out her name, in the middle of the night when no one was listening.
     She would come running, always; she loved writing new pages in her story with him. She would do anything for this man. But inevitable she would only have her cats to nuture and to care for like her family.
     She had to face reality that even though they fit like puzzle pieces together, he was to falt. So one day in the middle of the night when he was calling to her, she made a decision to put asie her feeling of love. She let him rest on the shelp to get old and dusty to whither apart at the seams.
     Years later, she would return to him with her pen and paper, after she got tired of the other dull and meaningless character in the her book of fantasies, love and lust. Maybe this time to erase his life to erase his wife to write their story together. Sadly, his character would be flawed. So in the end, their life could not be created together, just on paper. She closed the book forever. Marked it send to editor.

Description
      He was her fantasy, her prince charming, her dream come true. She knew all of his flaws, his whole life story. She could describe him with her eyes closed. She knew all of his lines, all of his thoughts, everything.
     It seemed as though with each page turned in their love story she grew more and more fond of his character. She made a life with him. She made him who he is today. One day they would grow old and die together. Everything was right in her world.
      She made him into a successful businessman pushing him into a career he didn't want, with someone who wasn't her.
      Although, she wished she could change a few things, was was done was done. And nothing could be changed. She only wished he wasn't married. They had a perfect life. They had everything. She was to him; the side show attraction in the middle of the desert. If only she could bring him into her world.
     He would call out her name, and she would come running. They would sneak off into the sunset together and spend hours learning new things, writing more in her story of love. Then he would go home to his family and she would go home to sleep. She learned to feel apathetic about his life he couldn't stop living to be with her. She thought: If only he could step out and grow old with me, life would be fantasticThat would never happen. He would die without her and grow old and wrinkled. Even though he would still call out her name, in the middle of the night when no one was listening.
     She would come running, always; she loved writing new pages in her story with him. She would do anything for this man. But inevitable she would only have her cats to nuture and to care for like her family.
     She had to face reality that even though they fit like puzzle pieces together, he was to falt. So one day in the middle of the night when he was calling to her, she made a decision to put asie her feeling of love. She let him rest on the shelp to get old and dusty to whither apart at the seams.
     Years later, she would return to him with her pen and paper, after she got tired of the other dull and meaningless character in the her book of fantasies, love and lust. Maybe this time to erase his life to erase his wife to write their story together. Sadly, his character would be flawed. So in the end, their life could not be created together, just on paper. She closed the book forever. Marked it send to editor.