It's always about the wait.
Traveling home, I'm always waiting. Waiting in line, waiting for time. Constantly, waiting. I think what most people don't know is it's not the distance that makes the journey tiring. It's the wait. It's always having to look out for signs, numbers, terminals, gates, halls. It's getting lost in the sea of a million people but feeling so alone at the same time.
Loneliness strikes in the midst of standing among a thousand people.
There are times where I feel like picking up my phone and typing a random message to you but realize I can't anymore. Then there are times where I wish you were the guy next to me so I can just lift the arm rest and curl up next to you instead of struggling to be confined to my own seat. I wish we didn't have to be so completely apart.
And I realize how painfully right you were now. We're not cut out for this and it'd be unfair for the both of us.
It's the same ordeal I go through every year. This was unexpected however. It was a whirlwind, with every sunrise coming earlier than the one before and the days whizzed past. I didn't even stop to think much less breathe. It's always like that with you, isn't it?
So, I'll wait again. Like I did the for the past year. I'll wait for your pictures of the sunrise from the east coast and all your Jersey girls. I'll wait for the seasons to change; a small possibility I may see you again. I'll wait for another chance to hear voice and sink into your hugs.
At the end of everything, we're all waiting on something; someone.
"You are many things but never a mistake..."