She sits. Waits for him.
She knows he’s on his way. She just can’t help checking her watch.
24 years 8 months.
He’ll come. Soon.
She fidgets. What is he doing right now?, she wonders.
Maybe he is searching, unsatisfied, hoping for me too.
Her heart swells.
Maybe he is distracted.
Distracted by the media, his ‘boys’, that girl at the gym…
No. You can’t think like that.
A man catches her eye. Is he who I’ve waited for?
I hope not.- I don’t like winks.
She turns away and thinks of all the happy couples- smiling, laughing, with that look in their eye.
One day, I will know that.
The winker is back, smiling now.
How easy to keep myself distracted, she muses.
This idea wraps itself around her worry, her impatience.
He could help pass the time- even if he does wink…
No. I must wait. I’ve enough stains from the berries of lust on me…no more.
She turns away, hoping he will appreciate her strength; albeit newly found.
He’ll come on time. With open arms.
I’ll be ready.
For now, I’ll sip my tea of singleness and read my book of life.
He’ll know where to find me…
I’ve been holding onto this post for almost a year now. But with only a few weeks left to live out ‘RISK’ I knew I had to post it. I’m not exactly where I was when I wrote this, but that does not change how my heart was then.