I am waiting.

So what? You say. Everyone is waiting for something.

No, but you see, I’m waiting for someone. Big difference.

Well who is this someone? You ask.

I am waiting, for the spark. That one smile that will tug on my heartstrings. The eyes that will glimmer with each laugh laughed. I’m waiting to tumble and fall head over heels. The secret grin I will share with only one. The hands that will send shivers up my spine, or hold me when I need them. The legs that will run over hills and seas for my sake. I am waiting for him.

You’re nothing but a hopeless romantic. You say.

Perhaps. Are you in love? No?

Then you are waiting too.