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 my favorite song


Waiting for you... is like waiting for my favorite song.

I hold my breathe in anticipation of the joyous melody that is sure to come. Snatches of song echo in my memory, flooding me with emotions of moments past when the same melody has given me hope to endure, and inspired me to continue. My heart, for a moment, becomes still in reverence of the gift that I know is coming; of the hope that is coming true.

A second, then two. The opening hum begins.

And then... You (cue in music).

Lift me Up - The Afters


August Bernadette
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