I see your face, and my mind turns to the many infinite possibilities with the two of us in the picture, holding hands and drawing close.
I shudder those thoughts away.
I just want to love you. And I will.
But will that happen?
Only GOD knows. And I'm patient. But not for long. I hate being kept in suspense.
I need a sign. Who cares if it's a comet of a fly across a telescope; or a little message in a bottle from miles away.