Ten. Where are you? Are you there yet? It's been so long since we last met. I've missed you.
Nine. With only a few seconds to go, doesn't it feel like hours until we can be together once again?
Eight. Be patient. I'll be there soon enough. Wait for me.
Seven. Waiting sure does weigh an eternity. My heart is getting heavier by every passing moment.
Six. Think of the weight on your heart as a paper weight, atop the receipt I gave to you the last time we met, with our meeting place and time scrawled on it. Don't remove what anchors me to you.
Five. Pulling heartstrings won't get you anywhere, you know. Hope can be the worst betrayal.
Four. And hope can be the best loyalty. Now, will you hope and be loyal?
Three. Anything it takes to be, as long as it's with you. You have my pinky swear.
Two. Give me your four other fingers. And your eyes. And your attention. All of you, I miss it and I long for it.
One**. Midnight. He turned me around, 180 degrees, a half-moon, a lemon-slice, a perfect arc right into his arms. The minute hand has finally reached the hour hand. And our hands have finally reached each other.
waiting will always be an eternity
