I read a post that men find love after thirty;
taking a little more time to find somebody worthy.
Whether the glass is half empty or half full—
it doesn't really matter to the one feeling thirsty.

And no, I don’t mean it in the sense 
you’re thinking, so please don’t be *****
But then again, not all my intentions are so clean—
having to cut pieces of myself, like I’m performing 
open-heart surgery.

Patience is a virtue, sure; but not everyone 
will earn it— some wait a little longer; 
those who trust the journey, to find 
something that finally proves it was 
_worth it._