So I’m not waiting. And there’s no convincing to be done. There is no person on my mind. Well, there is a person but right now he’s only imaginary. He’s somewhere but I just haven’t met him yet. I’m sure he’s wondering about me too. But there’s something about it that’s hard. It’s the part about being patient. It’s the part where I need to let go those that let me go. It’s the part of not knowing who is worth my time, energy, and heart. And as for today, I’m lonely. Fuhreak.
Home Life and Social Habits of an American Muggle 