He threw all the parties hoping she'd wander in one night

He threw all the parties hoping she'd wander in one night

He threw all the parties hoping she'd wander in one night. It had become somewhat of a ritual for him, a way to keep the hope alive that she would eventually show up and they could finally have a chance to talk, to reconnect, to maybe even rekindle what they once had.

Each party he hosted was meticulously planned, with the hope that she would hear about it through mutual friends or see it on social media and decide to drop by. He made sure to have her favorite drinks and snacks on hand, just in case she decided to make an appearance. He even went as far as to play her favorite music, hoping that the familiar tunes would draw her in.

But as the parties came and went, she never showed up. He would scan the room anxiously, searching for her familiar face among the crowd, but she was never there. It was a bittersweet feeling for him, as each party passed without her presence, his hope dwindled a little more.

Despite the disappointment, he couldn't bring himself to stop throwing the parties. It had become a way for him to hold onto the possibility of seeing her again, of finally getting the chance to talk to her and maybe even apologize for whatever had gone wrong between them.

As the months turned into years, the parties became less frequent, the guest list dwindling as his hope faded. But still, he couldn't let go of the idea that she might one day walk through the door and everything would be as it once was.

And so, he continued to throw the parties, each one a silent plea for her to come back into his life. He knew deep down that it was unlikely, but he couldn't bear to give up on the hope that she would one day wander in one night.