Waiting.

Man. As I sit in this meeting..you're all I can think about. It sucks sitting here and knowing I can't do anything. Knowing that I have to wait for you to call me, if you do call me..which I hope you do. I haven't cried during mass in a long time and after receiving the eucharist as I kneeled down to pray..it hit me again. Everyone that I've told keeps asking me, "are you sure he's the one?" and I don't have a single doubt in my mind that you're the one. After everything..after everything..I've always thought about you and how you make me better and how you know so much about me and yet you still love(d) me. I want to move on but I can't..my heart honestly won't let me. As soon as all this happened I wanted to drive over there but I couldn't drop everything just for that. When we went into this whole long distance thing, we both knew it was going to be hard and when I was weak about it, you snapped me back to reality and asked me if I had faith. When everything and everyone is telling me to just stop and get over it..I still have so much faith and I don't know why. All I know is that you get me..for all of me and I really don't know what I'm going to do and waiting for you to speak to me..it really sucks. I keep thinking the worst. I'm trying not to over think but dammit.

I love you..I miss saying it. I miss talking to you. I miss my best friend. Sigh..

Back to this meeting that I'm not evening paying attention to.

Until whenever.

Love, Me.