We spend the majority of our lives waiting. She waits for the July heat to give her a healthy glow, he waits for the winter ice to skate with his friends. Regardless, we wait and some of us are fortunate to receive the pleasure, or the satisfaction we were waiting for. Some of us we wait, and wait, yet we don't get the picture perfect snowflakes, or the beach trips with our friends.
Months, maybe even years, and we get just one day to say, or better yet conclude how we really feel-or how we felt because our outcome wasn't worth waiting for. And now
the time we have to wait is no longer there, and were left with just one feeling
regret
Maybe this makes sense, and someone can relate. Or maybe I'm just rambling like always :)