There is something oh so irresistible about you.

I sear when I am near you.

Your nurturing aura—a sense as if everything is okay.

I miss—.

I yearn—.

For what we could have been.

Or what we can be.

I have waited long to tell you my stance.

I am deeply wounded—no stitch will cure.

I am sorry.

There are more days ahead, but I’m certain I’m long forgotten.

Perhaps not the man of your ideals, but the man who understands you most.

I don’t believe in mystical creatures and fairytales with happy endings—

But I do believe in patience.

Greater things come to those who actively wait.

You are worth my wait.

With these feelings in heart and thoughts in mind, we can still be.

So until then, I will remain holding on.