There are two types of waiting. There's the waiting
you do for something you know is coming,
sooner or later- like waiting for the 6:28 train,
or the school bus, or a party where a certain
handsome boy might be. And then there's the waiting
for something you don't know is coming.
You don't even know what it is exactly, but you're
hoping for it. You're imagining it and living your life
for it. That's the kind of waiting that makes
a fist in your heart.
Friday, 9 September 2011
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