I Can Wait
When I was little, it felt like Christmas took forever to come. I'd be counting down the days until Christmas from Boxing Day the previous year. There was something wonderful about knowing that a good thing was going to come, even if it wasn't for a while.
I had no idea that I've been waiting for something a lot greater than Christmas (even though Christmas is pretty darn exciting, no matter how old I get) ever since the day I was born. I was waiting for all the missing pieces of me to come together.
My life began half-heartedly, but I didn't know it. I didn't know I was only half alive just like I didn't know I was waiting for something, and I didn't know I was only half the person I could one day become.
Nineteen years later I found what made me complete--what made each heartbeat more meaningful because I was suddenly living life so much fuller than I have ever lived before. Every breath felt like a blessing and every morning was a beautiful opportunity, rain or shine.
It was an opportunity to see you, make you happy, make you smile, make you laugh.
Personally, I think nineteen years was a very long time to wait to understand what happiness is. Nineteen years is a long time to go without knowing what love really feels like. So if I could wait nineteen years to find you, I can wait seven days to see you again.