I’m not a man that’s good with patience. I know that has gotten me into things too fast before and I have no doubt it will again, but I’m really trying on this one.
My issue is I know what being in love with someone is like and I crave it like a drug addict who can’t relapse no matter how much he tries. I want to be that person who hands you the keys as you run back into the house because you always forget them. I want to be the person that leaves a gatorade and two tylenol next to the bed because I know last night we both had just a BIT too much. I want to know the meal that always hits the spot so when I know you’ve had a rough one, I can cook it no matter what time of night. I want to have a secret weird spot that I kiss you that you know is only for you and that I’ve never kissed another girl in that spot like that ever and I never will. I want to feel the words “I love you” weigh down my tongue like an anchor in the sea as I look into your eyes. And then I want to feel the typhoon of joy when the words finally reach the surface and we both say it. I want to feel the edges of your fingers on the 100th morning that we’ve woken up next to each other and realize that from the 1st morning to the 100th morning, these finger tips have always been amazing to touch.
And I want to want that with you. Perhaps I’ll have it with someone else and everything will be amazing. But right now I want that with you and I want that now.
I may get ahead of myself but if I bite my tongue just enough I may get everything I want. I just have to wait.
I’m not a patient man. But I will try to be.