If this is writ
I think I understand it now; we were always meant to wait.
If this is writ and really is true, then so be it. If it isn’t, then I really see no harm in waiting. Fate never fails.
And if my heart is truly not meant for another, then maybe it’s fate that I share it with others. Life is too short and too meaningful to spend it consumed by the problems of only two, when we could be so much more selfless by alleviating those of the many.
By now, I’d think that we’d already be sick and tired of playing the same, old role of the dejected and unrequited; of the heartbroken lover wallowing in his own dying embers.
Would you rather grip love by the throat and force it on you, or preserve the purity of that very notion by letting it go?
I will never make something appear out of nothing. Nobody can.
