About a week or two ago I was on my commute to work and I was suddenly struck with this terrible feeling of some deep foreboding. And for the first time, a thought crossed my mind... what if he doesn't wait for me? What if he gets sick of waiting on a girl without a name and gives up?
The sudden realization that there are multiple variables in this scenario really frightens me. Myself? I can control. You? I cannot. I need to just sit back and hope that when you see me you'll know. I need to trust you. The "easy way" may not be in our cards, but I remain convinced that you and I belong together.
I spend so much time asking you to hurry that I forget I have the propensity to just stand still. I'll hurry, wait for me. I will find you no matter where you are.
21.3.12
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