The days pass with an uncertainty.
I feel as if I am watching life happen to me.
Then I often find myself waiting for life to happen.
Wake up, go to work, go to sleep.

Is this even living?
Never questioning...
Just doing, keep going, keep going.

Whats the point without someone to love... to call my own.
And even then, will I know what its like to find her?
Will I be smart enough to see her when she's standing next to me?
A cross from me, or when we both blush from a fumbling touch.

Will she give like I will give?
Not for any other reason than, we wanted to.

And if I meet the one I choose, the one who is my match...
What if I am not hers? Do I give up, move on,
settle for less just so I am not alone?

Or do I wait until one day she gets its.
Her eyes will catch mine and she'll see...
She'll see what she's been looking for all this time is me.

These vague pointless conversations racing back and forth in my head,
trying to solve this riddle.

"Will she love me, or at least want me, or will she not?"

The days are smearing together,
Time moving slower.
I sit, still waiting for life to happen.