South Park in Hamilton because I have no life.

Wait for it (chapter nine.)

One of my favourite songs of all time. Leslie has such a calming voice, as weird as it is. I love five songs more than the others. 1 has shown up (Story of tonight). Can you guess the last three? Also, real Theodosia for a minute.... her husband went paralysed and they were just waiting for his death. Poor woman!
~Eko.
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"Clyde writes me a letter everyday," I say, looking up at the stars.

I like to remain calm but he's got me sleepless, waiting for the day we can meet again, waiting for the day we can live together. Waiting for the day we can share our future, our lives.

"I'm keeping the bed warm while his husband is away," I say.

The slow breathes catch the air, I'm alone, I can tell. I love this, I'm always the one to stay alone... even if I wanted to have friends I have accepted I will either choose to make it through with a legacy of sorts or have a social life. I'm starting to sound like Testaburger, obsessing over a legacy.

"He's on the British side in Georgia, trying to keep the colonies in line," I say.

It's calming to talk as if she were here, as if anyone that cares about me could hear. I don't expect a response, never.

"But he can keep all of Georgia," I say.

I don't care for the place as much as I care for....

"Clyde, he's mine," I say.

And will forever be.

"Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints," I say.

The wind blows back, as if a whisper from him to hold on. It makes me smile even wider.

"It takes and it takes and it takes," I say.

The slow burning in my heart feels nice.... it's exactly as powerful as I feel for him.

"And we keep loving anyway," I say.

I close my eyes into a sort of fantasy of what would happen if we were together. It makes my smile brighter.

"We laugh and we cry," I say.

I open my eyes, slightly more comforted than before.

"And we break and we make our mistakes," I say.

I sigh and look down at my hands.

"And if there is a reason I'm by his side when so many have tried!" I say.

"Then I'm willing to," I say.

The breath hitches a little.

"Wait for it!" I say.

I'm willing to wait for him.... I'm willing to wait for my happiness. That's where Wendy and I are very different, she could never wait. She has to do everything immediately.

"I'm willing to wait for it," I say.

I sigh and look up at the sky yet again.