They both knew that hiding the truth, dodging questions, answering in lies will make it more difficult for them to cross the bridge of their egos. But they chose to put curtains of practicality upon their desires. They yearned for the presence of each other, but feared the disclosure of their vulnerability. Their intense emotions were making it difficult for them to breathe during the exchange of greetings on virtual world. No one knew any way to unlock the doors that they had closed behind. He decided that he will cross that bridge only if there seemed a substantial hope.
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