How could a day be so long? An afternoon, an hour, even just a minute seems to extends to the far end of the horizon and beyond the reach of the eyes. Rehearsing the whole repertoire in the head over and over again, the gift on the table waiting for the upcoming event.
Can't put his mind into the books that he was supposed to read, opted for the internet, searching without any hope but with a goal. Like he had knew it all along and yet unexpectedly the man came upon what he was looking for. She. Like an archeologist who bumps into the long buried civilization, he clicks and clicks fervently one after another, yet the mighty green-eyed monster breached the high wall of the castle and reigned supreme. He looked at them in the pictures and a fit of seizure striked him. He sat there, hunched, looking at the photos, what he had lost, he felt as if someone had burst into the room and pointed a gun at his head, and fired, yet he didn't have the energy to fight back.
Time passed and he grew more impatient, he had the informations he needed, and now it was only the matter of when left to be decided. He then thought of her and with that thought the pumping of blood quickened by an disproportioned rate.
So he pulled himself together and executed the phonecall and with the fast sinking of the heart he was made aware that the hard-earned piece of information rendered no effect at all. He was transported back to the beginning, surveiling, theorizing, rehearsing and suspiring.