The wait

Just like that moment when we think- where should I fit this tiny glowing piece in the jigsaw puzzle of a night skied city,what could it be representative of now but in reality the significance of that piece is understood later after completing everything except that serene, only shinny star piece seen whilst the rest hidden behind the clouds.

So is my story, where I was unknowingly waiting for him as if patiently allowing time(like clouds) to make it clear for me that it's him by hiding the rest.