"why am I always waiting for him? "
the girl asked her mind.

and her mind responded, calmly:
"that's the difference.
you're hoping he'll walk through those doors
if you leave them wide open
in the middle of winter
while you sit and shiver, **** near shattering apart."

her mind continued:
"and him?
he is sitting in his tower
bolted shut from the inside
dozing off in front of a roaring fire
blissfully unaware."

"what do i do?" she asked again.

"you close the doors and wait for the knock."