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Adam sat at the bar, his drink twirling idly in his hand. In his head he was playing the memories of the season 10 American Idol finale. A lot of heavy hitters performing. Not surprising considering the talent pool this year. Lady Gaga’s performance had been amazing. And as Adam sat there watching, letting the music wash over him, his boyfriend sitting beside him, his thoughts… as he processed the lyrics, his thoughts drifted behind him…
Back to the tour… back to the mansion… back to him…
The lyrics had spoken to him in ways that almost scared him. They spoke of his old hopes… his old wishes… his old dreams…
As he sat at the bar, he realized what had scared him the most: those hopes, and wishes, and dreams… he still had them. When he let himself think about them, he yearned for them. For him.
Two years later and he still wanted…
He tossed his head back as he downed the drink in one go.
He needed to let this go. Let him go.
If he ever wanted the man to stay in his life, he was going to have to get over his… crush didn’t cover it anymore. It hadn’t for a long time now.
Adam dropped money on the bar counter and stood up, sighing.
No matter how much Adam was in love with Kris, he had to put a stop to the wishing, and dreaming…
As he walked out of the bar and headed to his Mustang, he acknowledged to himself that, even though he was willing to completely put a stop to the dreams and the lingering pining, his heart would never be able to let go of the hope.
One day… maybe…
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