A long time spent dreaming, wishing, hoping
In silence – biding my time, perhaps?
Peace, but only at the surface
And deep within, the heart fluttered in nervousness
Time spent waiting, partial apprehension undeniable
Wanting meaning, purpose – living alone seemed meaningless
And now there’s us – it’s no longer just I
All the patience, albeit superficial, finally pays off
As I erase all layers off my canvas, for us
What remains is relief, infinite relief
In gratitude towards the universe, for the hand that I have to hold

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