There’s nothing beautiful about waiting. Even as you try to embrace it as a challenge, it knots in your stomach and through the discomfort, you question it. You question the waiting, you question yourself, you question your ability to make the decision to wait.

But still, I sit here. And I wait.

Will I wait forever? I don’t know. I can do days. That’s all I know. If the days add up to forever, then yes, I will wait forever.

Why do you wait? I wait for tomorrow. If you think I’m waiting for love, then yes, I’m waiting for a total of 25 tomorrows. 25 tomorrows and 20 hours. Love will come back to me. I cannot believe anything except that it will.

There’s nothing beautiful about starting something new with a heavy heart. Even as you try to embrace it as a challenge, it sits in front of you and through your uncertainty, you question it.

You question everything.

Let’s move on.