There is something irritating about watching the clock move,
especially if it’s stuck or so appears to be.
on the contrary, there’s something magical in waiting
more so with anxious anticipation.
To lie awake and count the hours before dawn,
dreaming thoughts, thinking dreams.
when dawn comes you exhale…
and it feels like you held your breath all night,
hoping for another day, another moment,
just the feeling of it.
You holding my hand,
you say you love me and I melt*****
It’s sinfully magical, that waiting I mean,
to count every heartbeat you are away,
it’s agonizingly ecstatic.
It’s a beautiful feeling, waiting for you.
“Time is very slow for those who wait. Very fast for those who are scared. Very long for those who lament. Very short for those who celebrate. But for those who love, timing is eternal.” -William Shakespeare