Let me explain.
I'm waiting ever so patiently for a response from a kind soul.
He said he would reply.
And I believe that he will.
But he hasn't yet.
But in the meantime, my mind is playing tricks on me, and my heart is concocting crazy stories and scenarios.
Something happens to us when we are forced to exercise patience. And let me just tell you, it's not always pretty.
Why am I banking so much on a certain reply...
Well therein lies my current expectation, of which I'm not quite ready to face.
Unrequited love/like is the pits, and like you, I've had my fair share.
It can feel a bit exhausting to believe, to hope, to trust in love just one more time.
But that's the only way I know how to live.
Meanwhile, I'm out here trying to follow my own advice, you know, not act thirsty, keep hope alive (even though I haven't dated anyone in over 10 years (not a misprint), and know that I'm a high value type of girl, through and through--I mean:
This surge of confidence has come from a variety of kindhearted people who took the time to read, "Excerpts" and expressed to me how much they believe in my own love story unfolding one day soon. Thank you. And Thank you.
I am still humbled and in awe at how many of my guy friends and male co-workers are so protective of me. I love it. And Guys: When it happens for real for me, you'll be some of the first to know. I promise. And thank you for telling me I'm beautiful. These things don't fall on ungrateful ears. I hold them close.
So what do I do, while I wait on his reply...
I'm just going to let him live.
He knows I'm here.
I know he's there.
Maybe it's nothing.
Or maybe it's something.
And maybe we both know, but are too afraid to say...
“Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled.”
― Antonio Machado