He hadn't been through all this madness for nothing. He hadn't faced death and denial and defeat to be undone now.
No. He had places to go, yet, and things to do.
Not sure exactly where, yet, but there was some place, somewhere. Somewhere. Something, and perhaps, someone...
Should he wait for that? Should he look for that? Should he settle and accept? Should he move on and be alone again, to perhaps be alone for the remainder of his life?
His heart told him this was a very real possibility.
For if there were something, or someone out there for him, it or they, must accept him for exactly who and what he was.
For that was something quite rare, for him to find the ultimate outright acceptance from someone else. On all levels.
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