Hi,
It's been 458 days, huh? I've been waiting for you for over a year; now, I only have six years to wait.
I can see you're trying to get your life back together. I am proud of you. Keep going. I can't show myself to you right now because, unlike you, I'm a mess. College is hard. Adulting is hard. Life getting harder and harder. But I want to fix myself; I want to organize my clutter so when we meet again if the day when my waiting comes to an end comes, then I'll have the confidence to be with you.
I yearn for you.
YOU ARE READING
You
Non-FictionA written monologue whenever I am thinking about you. Cover picture credit to the rightful artist.