After no word from Megan, the simple beauty I was hoping to hear from, I began to come to the conclusion that perhaps my intuition was further off than ever before. Had my abilities of perception really deceived me so terribly? Megan was unlike any girl I had ever shown interest in before. She was not the first thing that I saw, but more something I had come upon that could quite possibly be best for me in the long run. The attraction I had was beyond anything physical or pathetic like the pursuit of gorgeous yet shallow women. The thought of being wrong about a change in romantic pursuits was a disappointment and relief.
Knowing the results of my prior pursuits provided a comfort of being accustomed to the past I appeared to be approaching once more. Yet knowing the pains that resulted in a disheartened attitude of dissatisfaction prevented me from being anything but mildly disappointed. The excitement that was kept tightly clutched at the prospects of experiencing something new was slowly being released from the death clutch.
So I soldiered back into the rhythm of the prior life as if nothing had changed.
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