The Waiting Game Thought Out

I've never had this feeling before.

This hope in a relationship for something great.

This mutual need for one another that cannot be contained.

We want a chance.

A chance that is out of reach at the moment.

Ninety seven miles isn't that bad.

It's a stretch but he said let's wait.

Wait seven months and see what we want then.

I agreed of course.

He's my friend before anything else.

No need to blur lines and confuse each other.

Seven months isn't that bad.

There's holidays in between and weekend visits.

He says he's interested.

Says he has been for five months.

He just needs some time to figure out his life.

I'm okay with this.

He deserves to find his passion outside of school.

A photographer who writes as beautiful as Poe himself.

He'll turn out just fine.

I'll wait for him to figure it out on his own.

Either as his friend or maybe something more.

He's worth my patience,

I just hope I'm worth his.