going slow

admittedly, patience has never been my strong suit.

but going real slow with him, well, it's been a pleasure. funny how each text message seems like a huge deal, or how minutes before he's due to appear in front of my doorstep i can't stop thinking of how fun the conversation is going to be. and it's nothing short of amazing how each and every single moment spent with him - save for that very unfortunate wedding "date" - is a moment to be savored.

so what if the closest i've ever gotten to him is our elbows accidentally touching at the movies? i have been praying for this boy for the last 9 months of my life. i can wait a couple more to hold his hand.

it's ironic how not being with this person has taught me more than all of my other relationships combined. i used to be unable to understand what good there is to waiting. now i do. and if it's going to take another couple of months before anything more happens, i'll be fine.

it turns out that when you've found something real something true something truly amazing, you're willing to do every single thing, make all the sacrifices in the world, and wait till kingdom come for it to come to you.