mazingmeg
My patience is dwindling....I've always been taught that "patience is a virtue," that it's something I need to learn. Maybe it's more evident now than ever that I have trouble waiting for you. A week seems too long, even though I know I should be able to stand a lifetime without someone with your reputation. But I can't help it. With everyone else I had to convince myself, with you i can't help it and I don't care anymore.
"Unfortunately I.....won't be available. I'm so sorry, really."
...Really?
How much time is spent....in One's entire life worrying about how much time we have left? For an assignment? A deadline? Our entire lives? How much together, how many hours, days, or years do we waste wondering? Irony isn't always a funny thing...
I hear the roar of the crowd as they jump to their feet. I'm holding on, just one last bit. I'm done, inhale deeply and bask in the feeling of....knowing that people know. That I've let them in, the voice has let them into my heart.
Hah. Major. Major, major, major. If only I knew. Art, biology, dance, theatre, music AHHHHHHH. why does one have the be a MAJOR in my life? Can't I just do everything.....please?