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I peer through the window and gaze longingly at the door. As you walk through I lose my focus and my balance and I fall. That exhilirating moment as I plunge downward weems to last forever. But you don't catch me. As my knee throbs I suddenly wish you had never walked through that door. I look at my knee and see a deep gash at the same place a bruise has healed not too long ago. I look up again at the door now locked as you silently stride past me. If only that door would open and I would not hurt my knee. I turn my head to see you open another door, hoping the next person would fall so you can run up to catch her. I close the window, pull the shade and look back to watch you. I'll watch you until you disappear.
But she doesn't fall; no, she won't fall. How long will you wait? You have already waited long enough. How much longer must this last? You unexpectedly glance back at me as I struggle to get back on my feet. What will you do? Will you come this way ready to catch me if I fall again? Will you keep watching and waiting? Or will you at last give up, and continue forward, moving on?
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