A Short Story about those who put Hope in a friend saying hello

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I ringed a doorbell twice clearly expecting what to hear. But nothing came or will be near. So I wondered if there may be some one at home. how can I see the lights up in the rooms or the shoes on floor below me. How can others let souls in and not that of a friendly wave? I questioned so and rang the bell and knocked thrice, curious curious curious is the scene before me. Had I not been ever welcomed here at all?, Is this chance meeting merely a dream of some long forgotten past? Hmmm, quite astonishing really, that no friend of mine comes knocking to the door, so I wait as I patiently wait for the world to end so do I sit and let myself wander and wonder when oh when will this door open. Then I thought, would it be my friend that opened this door, or a newcomer who has no memory of any chance meeting or appearence? So what may be done? Is it really intentional for me to wait forever? or will I just have to stop ringing that doorbell and be off for my neighbor's house? I believe I just might, because no word or telegram has ever reached my door-step so I shall do as I've always done. On chance nights and days, I sent forth word of greetings and salutations.... curiously curiously curiously....waiting for that mystifying reply.

I hope you understand....sigh

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