While I was waiting for the train To arrive I realized why I don't feel mad or irritated Waiting for it. I don't have to think about the pause The interval. I could distract myself with gadgets, my imaginations and stuff.
I can think About everything else Except about the cessation and my patience.
Truly, your patience is really tested deeply Only when you're thinking about how patient you have been before.
You'll feel obliged at yourself and you'll start to think About how patient you've been and trust me That's when you need to be careful with your mind. That's the critical point. That's the time your patience is really tested to its limits.
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But my case is different with you. I've waited for a long time And after a certain point I would overthink.
I would think of how long I've been waiting And about how will I have to wait.
That's where it gets me That's where my mind gets me, really.
Waiting for you My mind cannot be distracted.
It's inevitable - both waiting and thinking about you They come in one package; inseparable.
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That's why to wait for someone hurts. The thing is, you know the train would come, eventually.
It won't ever feel the same as waiting for a train It would cut and hurt you deeper than any suffering You'll ever have to bear.
Waiting for someone hurts. Let's hope for the best :)