He had waited all these years in silence. The years had dragged on by at first but then he got used to it. They just passed. They went by. They moved on. He carried on living as if he was not living another life inside of him, as if he was not living in another world, another place, and another time.
But now the time had come. It had passed and matured. He had natured it, dwelt with it over the years and waited in the hope that he would see today.
He had suppressed all the feelings inside him. He had kept quiet and kept it to himself. He had had a thousand stirrings in between but this was going to be the real thing.
His time had come. The journey had come to him and it was his time to make his move and change his life forever. This was the only time and as all things do, it came suddenly and without warning.
No storm to mark the day. No sign from the heavens. Nothing. Just another day. This is where his story starts and this is his story …