These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Waiting for the sunrise

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Waiting for you... is like waiting for sunrise. It is a long journey to tomorrow that begins with twilight, when promising relationships end in frustration and when I realize that no, the idea of meeting you soon has again become a distant possibility. 

And then dusk falls, signalling the official descent of day into night. By this point, my feelings have numbed, my cynicism has grown and  I harden my heart against forming new attachments. 

Then comes the darkest parts of night when the world seems to fall into a kind of hush. This seems to be the longest leg of the journey - a time when my biggest fears, fueled by darkness, seem to overwhelm hope. These are the times that are hardest to bear; times when I'd rather choose to be alone than to ever believe that there is a someone beyond the dreams and the shadows

But ultimately, just like how supposed friends are replaced by true ones, the last stars begin to twinkle out as the first faint blush of morning creeps slowly into the still slumbering sky. Light approaches so subtly, in degrees, until the sun finally awakens me into  a new day fresh with a thousand-fold possibilities of finally being reunited with you. 

August Bernadette 
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