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She often wondered why she never allowed it to progress any further.  Often she would sit and ponder the reason for her hesitation over the years.

Finally one day she came to the conclusion that it was the inconsistency. She knew that she could never quite trust a person who loved her one day and the next day be so aloof.

And then there were the others.  Too many others.  And she could never settle for being one of many.

She could only ever be happy, being the One.

So the days and the weeks and the months and the years slid by.

And then it was too late.

Sometimes she dreams...