It was about dusk as the man jingled the keys in his apartment door, closing it and locking it behind him he continued his way into his home. It was a rather boring day, but there were some thoughts in his mind that he needed to get down on paper. Passing the small end table, he retrieved the small leather bound notebook and the pen that lay next to it.
Silence mocked him as his footsteps echoed through the empty apartment. It seemed that now he was alone with his thoughts, they seemed to demand his attention more.
Pacing through the house, he opened the small book, fingering through the pages until he came to an empty one. Time to spill his thoughts.
July 10th
It was one hell of a day. Yet nothing really happened. So many thoughts plagued my head. And I don't know why. Normally I am so good at pushing the feeling away. But lately they have been gnawing to come out. I know what I am thinking is not possible. The laws prohibit it; and besides, she would never let me be so 'foolish' as to risk my entire future just for her.
The entire thought is daunting. But some how, we both always knew it would be this way. And the reality set in that it would never happen. Not unless I rise to be Fuhrer. And I swear I will; just for her.
But then again, it would be best not to get my hopes up. Besides. She is strictly professional; and a very rational woman. She should already know; and probably has already moved on.
But if not, I'm sorry I kept her waiting for something that is never going to happen. It tears me apart as much as I'm sure it does her.
But hell. I can't lose her.
Pacing; he finished his thoughts on the page and closed the book. Stopping in his spot he leaned against the wall; and let out a deep sigh.
Without another thought; he dropped the pen and book on the table where he retrieved it, and headed to his room; sleep being the only thing to clear his mind at the moment.