I don’t know why it’s deemed logical to assume that, with out a guy in the room, I can’t be happy.
Why you can’t understand that part of my plan isn’t just to sit and wait,
Scared to miss any event that might give fate the chance to introduce us.
Trying to like the right things,
To dress the right way
So that he will, some day show an interest in a girl who doesn’t exist!
It’s crazy!
People keep telling me that God has it planned, he knows the date, the time the man.
If I know that and they know that, then why is my relationship status up for debate?
My life is a story, pages bound together by experience, memories of laughter and light, tears and darkness. It’s still being written. A journey through time, cross referenced with the page numbers of others. Joined together to make an encyclopaedia of this planet.
Volume 23, page 5 find a guy, page six fall in love, page seven the wedding page eight have chi…woah just wait.
Hit pause
Rewind,
Why should my contents page be defined by what society declares to be correct?
If Gods got the plan then why do they insist that the dots have to connect?
Sure, I don’t have anyone to link hands with as we walk, to stand on the porch and kiss good night, to end a phone call with I love you, and, don’t get me wrong, all that would be great.
But I will wait.
Because for now I’m ok being me, just me.
So I will continue to stick additional pages to the binding, with fold outs and add ons, post its and margin notes. A working document of my highs and lows, hopes and dreams, the paths I’ve walked and the streams I’ve crossed.
I want to be able to tell the stories of far off faces, to find my name written on their pages, wrapped up in memories and photographs. Memories that are as bright as day even though the photographs have started to fade.
I want to walk the unwalked path
Dip my toes into foreign seas
Chase new rainbows, look at new skies.
With or with out a guy by my side.
So here’s to pages 4a, 4b, 4c
And who knows maybe even 4d
When the contents page of God’s plan connects with my pages we can turn over and start the next chapter.
Until then I will wait,
I will wait for him, but I will not waste for him the opportunities of a life time…my life time.