He always felt that Jackie O would have loved him if they had met. He would dedicate notebooks to her and if he saw something funny on the TV he would write it down thinking that her spirit would somehow absorb the words-a feeble attempt at a connection. He finally came to accept that their love story wasn't meant to happen when he saw footage of her holidaying in Capri, roman sandals in hand, sand at her feet.
He saw colours differently from then on, everything seemed grey.
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